Oh meet me, oh meet me,
When you hear the first whip-poor-will’s song.
’Tis said that, whatever sweet feelings
May be throbbing within a fond heart,
When listening to whip-poor-will’s singing,
For a twelvemonth will never depart;
So then we will meet in the woodland,
Far away from the hurrying throng,
And whisper our love to each other,
When we hear the first whip-poor-will’s song.
_Whip-poor-will, &c._
And in the long years of the future,
Though our duties may part us awhile,
And on the return of this evening,
We be severed by many a mile;
Yet deep in our bosoms we’ll cherish
The affection, so fervent and strong,
We pledged to each other this evening,
When we heard the first whip-poor-will’s song.
_Whip-poor-will, &c._
“There are a lot of people in England, as elsewhere, always ready to
strain at the smallest gnat and swallow the biggest camel, who will
doubtless put this young lady down as outside the pale of ordinary
humanity; if this prejudice should carry any so far as to lead them to
avoid her, they alone will be the losers.”--_Liverpool Leader._
“This wonderful exhibition is of the most chaste character, and we can
safely recommend it to fathers, mothers, sons and daughters.”--_Boston
Transcript._