Wilmington expositor. (Wilmington, Del.) 1831-18??, 1831-10-07
MISCELLANEOUS.
From the Cincinnati Chronicle.
A STORY WITH A MORAL
BEING LEAF FROM THE JOURNAL OF ABsALoM
ALLEN.

BEING LEAF FROM THE JOURNAL OF ABsALoM
ALLEN.
1T will never do, Jedediah,' said my uncle
Obed Allen to my Younger brother 1t will
never do-this flirting with all the young girls,
and triaing with their guileless afectiohso
My brother Jedediah was handsome young
fellow. He had fine person, when his sum
day clothes were on--a clear black eye, and
red cheeks. He wore pair of whiskers at
eighteen. During his vacation. our village
Girls were all in a tumult. All were anxious
to have the honor of his attentions---and many
an eye had closed, with tear under its lid,
after waiting the whole evening at the window,
with the expectation of seeing Jedediah riding
up to the horseback.
He saw their sly glances at him, as he stood
Of Sunday in the gallery at church, and led
the choir. He knew that they thought him
handsome--that he was admired-and he was
fool enough to be fattered by such things.
His vanity grew, at last, to be his ruling pas
sion, and he thought the party tedious, where
half the eyes in the room were not directed
towards him.
He spent his vacations wholly with the girls
riding with one, walking with another, and
setting up with another. He made declara-
tions in a garland of flowers, and expressed
his alteration to every bright eye in the village,
with a bouquet of the sweetest and freshes.
rosebuds he could gather. As long as their
admiration had the charm of novelty. he was
all devotion-but when that was gone he few
away, like a surfeitcd bee, to some fresher
flower.
At the time uncle Obcd addressed him as
have stated, we were sitting at the breakfast
table, Jedediah had Just returned from walk
among the hills, with Isabel Johnson. one of
the sweetest girls of our village. As he came
in the room, he snapt the dew DIT Of his ,t.a-
kers with high glcc. and sung out at the top nf
his voice--'I say. Absaom,' said he, that
Bell Johnson is not to be sneezcd at of damp
day. She's real cauliaower. What a foot
she's got. Dd'st ever see her dance, uncle
Obed? You'd think her the shadow of a gos-
samer, she's so light. All, Absalom. my bow
such tramp as we have had Such flowers as
We gathered Faith, every time she trod her
little hoof upon the volets, there came up such
cloud OF perfume. you would have tho't Ma.
dam Flora was lighting up every one Of her
incense burning affairs. But bark We! We
stopped while upon the brink Of the ledge
son old chestnut hill, and looked down upon the
water as 1t tunibled over the mill. Bell eazed
at 1t, as Ii She saw ten thousand little naiad.
dancing minutes upon the bubbles, While Oh,
was looking, l took her little paw. so-tben
squeezed it gently, so-and whispered in he,
ear, SO. But, uncle Obed, mup.'$ the word,
Bell and know who's whor
1t was then uncle Obcd spoke. sIt won,
do, Jedediah, said he, and his voice choake,
with emotion as he spoke; 1t ont do, | saw
All this may be, strawberries and cream
such crazy pate as yours. 1t may be fin
fun to win the heart of such an innocent thin
as Bell Johnson, just to throw it away agaiI
like worthless orange after you have sque,
zed all the juice out. But mark my word
!eded!ah, l have seen more days than yo