July 6, 1859: “Walker’s Point”, by J.H., published in the Milwaukee Sentinel.
The anonymous J. H.’s poem criticized Mr. D. A. (Mr. D. A. responded in a similar vein.)
Oh David! shame upon your face,
To bring on me so much disgrace,
I think I’ll have to leave this place,
In grief to die.
Why did you me so much despise?
Who looked on you with glowing eyes,
And Lona Anne to be the prize,
Oh how I sigh!
Take pity yet, ’tis not too late;
You know my shame, also my fate,
Before the knot is tied, create
A loving smile.
The gloom dispel, and say you’re mine,
Then Julia’s eyes like pearls will shine
With rapture bright, almost divine,
Nor e’er beguile.
Till death shall part us here below,
But joys of Hymns only know,
And drink of Nectar, it shall flow
In ample bowl!
You speak of Canaan’s happy land—
Which mortals here can’t understand,
Until they take that heavenly hand,
Body and soul.
Then joys more pure, the Lamb to greet,
And not as man and wife to meet,
But lay our crowns at Jesus’ feet
With heavenly muse—
Can Julia’s strain your bosom swell?
Leave off with Lona, say farewell,
And let me to my father tell
The glorious news.
July 4th, 1859, Independence day
July 15, 1859: “From D. A., to J. H., Walker’s Point”, by D.A., published in the Milwaukee Sentinel.
Oh Juley my dear! why thus do you fear
Opposition in love? for I’ve guessed
There are plenty like you, who would shed a bright
tear,
To be wedded and happy and blest.
If sweet Lona Anne twined a lock of her hair
Which she gave unto me, I can only proclaim,
I shall keep it forever, because she is fair,
Perhaps some time soon she might alter her name.
However, dear Juley, you may understand,
No promise I’ve made unto fair Lona Anne;
Though she offered her heart, combined with her
hand,
Attractions provoking, for that was her plan.
But I have some lovers, put down on my list,
And Juley, you’re not at the bottom my dear,
So, when Hope spreads her wings, dispelling the mist,
I think you have little or nothing to fear.
July 12th, ’59