The Bride and the Bridegroom

Or Sam and Amalia.


After the first attempt, by the United States, at annexation of the Danish West India Islands fell through in 1867, a gentleman in St. Thomas wrote a poem early in 1868 entitled "Sam and Amalia" which was very amusing.

It described a gay young lover who came to woo a beautiful young lady in the Antilles whose name, and still is, Charlotte Amalia. He won her heart, got the consent of her parents, but not yet his Papa’s, when, just about this time misfortune overtook her.

The hurricane of the 29th October, and the earthquake of the 18th of November 1867 destroyed her home, and they were followed by cholera, and small pox, which marred her beauty considerably and caused her sweetheart to forsake her, who should rather have stuck to her through all her changes. When the sale question came up again in 1902 I wrote some lines as a sequel, to be published in our local paper after the transfer, but having fallen through again I made some changes in it. I chose the same title as the original. Having now added some lines to the story, bringing it up to date, the title is now as it appears.



Thirty five years after this beau came again,
To woo dear Amalia, her love to regain,
But her kind Papa said he could not let her go,
Unless he provided for her dear brother Joe.

Now things were quite stiff with her dear brother Joe,
His crops they were small, and prices were low.
He knew if they dropped lower he’d drop from
the wall,
And, like Humpty Dumpty, he get a great fall.

And Sam had no wish to be burdened
He wanted Amalia, he wanted her bad,
So he smiled very sweetly and said "yes" to
her dad.

Joe attention could pay to the fields with his
He could improve the breed of his horse, mule
and cow.
Sam would see that he did not neglect the poor
And look after the sugar, rum and molasses.

Joe was delighted, why he just jumped for
His success was assured, unmixed with alloy,
A bright future was his, for with Sam as his
He’d push the dear boy in whom he’d take

I forgot though to mention, before this took
Hans Schroeder, a young man with a fine look-ing face,
Had thoughts of Amalia his love for to share.
And, if I’m not mistaken, his love did declare.

But one of her Uncles, he said "oh-dear-No!
‘No fooling around there,’ said Doctor Monroe.
‘A young man whose mustaches are twirled to his eye,
Wont do for Amalia, so he’d better be shy."

Besides since her sickness she’s not very
And she will not do well eating Hans’ sauer-
Sam will give her gold fishes, and turtles.

Besides pork and beans, and lots of

With such splendid fare she’ll develop her
And fast Japs wouldn’t dare come within her
arms length.


For, as sure as I say it, she’ll settle their hash,
Knock’em in a cocked hat in a general smash.

Sam didn’t shuffle this time; in fact he was elate,
And, beaming with joy, he went to Papa Sen-ate.
"Here’s five millions, Sam, your dowry, my boy,
Now you’ve got her be happy; I wish you much joy."

But there were some relations opposed to the match,
Through whose interferences it didn’t come to the scratch.
A case ‘twas again of the cup and the lip,
Betwixt which, we know, there’s many
a slip.

The girl is unhappy, for she’s pining in grief,
Joe feels the blow keenly and sighs for relief.
"Faint heart ne’er won fair lady is true,
though quite old,
And Sam will come back, for he is a lover quite, bold.

And when he comes back, why of course he’ll stay,
For the answer then, we are sure, won’t be "nay"
Sam loves her sincerely, she’s his all in all,
And she keeps his dear heart, and key to the canal.


Fourteen years after Sam came courting again,
This time feeling sure he’d be told to remain.
For Amalia was grieving to have her dear boy,
And only his presence would restore her joy.

After very much talking Pa gave his consent,
"You can marry her, Sam, it I will no prevent.
I know that you love her or you would not so stick.
And I admire you greatly, for you are a brick."

Pop has put down some dowry which pleases us much.
But Amalia deserves it, for she’s a none-such.
Be good to her, Sam, of her take great care,
For she’s tender and loving, young, and quite fair."

I can’t restrain, Samuel, the shedding of tears,
‘Tis hard to part from her after so many years.
‘Twill grieve me, I know, more than words can tell,
Dearest Amalia, Joe, and John, farewell, Farewell!"

"Rest assured they’ll be cared for, dear Papa-in-law,
And the boys will be OK, if they give me no
I’ll do all that I can for my sweetest girl’s sake,
For to me she’s a treasure; this is no mistake.

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