The Funny boy, extra.

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Title

The Funny boy, extra.

Creator

Kurtz, Peter I., editor.

Publisher

Peter I. Kurtz

Date

1863

Rights

Public domain

Format

1 sheet ; 28 x 19 cm.

Language

English

Type

Text

Identifier

H Flat File 1:6 F96k

Coverage

Staunton, Va.

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Text

THE FUNNY BOY-EXTRA.
STAUNTON, MAY 1, 1863.

The Funny Boy.
PETER I KURTZ, Editor.
STAUNTON, MAY 1st, 1863.

The Editor of the “FUNNY BOY,” who has sustained many misfortunes in life, who is a man of sorrow and acquainted with grief, attributes all his ill-success and unhappiness to a fatal passion formed in his boyhood. At the age of eighteen he became deeply enamored of Miss LAURIE, a first cousin, and a young lady of fascinating manners and extraordinary beauty. For the benefit of the young and susceptible, his melancholy experience is related in the following poetical correspondence :
Staunton 1832.

Dear cousin I love you, say can you return,
The tender motions which in my breast burn.
Signed
Peter Independence Kurtz.


Sleepy Hollow, April 1832.

To Peter I. Kurtz Esq.

Respected Sir :—I’m grateful to say,
Your letter reached me after some delay ;
I will inform you now while I have leisure,
Its contents filled me with both grief and pleasure.
Pleasure to think that I am loved by you,
And grief to think your chances are so blue.
But truth demands that I should let you know,
I never can regard you as my beau,
Tho’ not inclined to go ’neath your dominion,
Still I am flattered by your good opinion,
And deeply feel the honor you design,
In wishing me forever to be thine.
Yet than thyself, there’s no man in the nation,
I prize more highly as a near relation.
And I sincerely hope you’ll feel for me,
The same esteem I entertain for thee.
Adieu, dear sir, and when you wish to marry,
Pray think of some one else than cousin LAURA.

SHE SMILES ON ME AGAIN.
By Peter Indepence Kurtz.

I courted once a lovely girl,
Her name I cannot tell;
But this I know, no gem or pearls,
Could please me half so well.

Her auburn hair, in graceful folds,
On neck and bosom rest;
Her dark brown eyes have often told,
The secrets of her breast.

Those sparkling orbs could not refrain,
But told a tale most sweet;
She did within her heart retain,
An ardent love for PETE.

But some base wretch with evil art,
On eagle’s wings did fly ;
And told the darling of my heart,
A base and wilful lie.

She cast me off as well she might,
When those foul lies she heard ;
And I was left in sorrows night,
To mourn for my lost bird.

But to my love a friend I sent,
Who cleared away the stain;
And now with sparkling eyes intent
She smiles on me again

The scarcity of RAGS and the exorbitant price of paper, is our apology for our diminished sheet.

Original Format

broadside

Date Digital

2015-03-04

Digital Format

application/pdf/a

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