Martinsburg gazette and public advertiser. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1826-1833, 1833-04-11

dCSoiHphSlleu young iauy laid down
the last new novel, and received him
in the most approved fashionable style.
"Too much iormality by hall" thought
Jonathan; "but never mind, she's tarn-
alton pretty"
Our "booby"'-was at first little
abashed; but as he was playing des.
perate game, he screwed his courage
up to the sticking point, and convcrsed
with as much ease and elegance as
could be expected. Nancy, with true
female adroitness, turned the convers-
alton into a channel which she thought
would exhibit wonderful accomplish.
ments to the best advantage. She talk.
ed long and learnedly of poetry and
m sic, but scarcely could conceal her
contempt when her lovelorn swain hon.
estly declared that his favorite tunes,
were Wells and Old Hundred, and
that the only poem he had ever read in
his life, was n 9TH of July oraiionl
AT length Hannah left the room. and
Jonathan, with a degree Of trepidation
which may easily be conceived. broke
the ice; "Naney | 'spose you can guess
what | came here for this evening.
The long and the short of the story is
this--mother is growing old and feeble,
and isn't quite so cute at milking and
making butter. and cheese, and doing
other odd chores about the house, as
she used TO be, and | have come to The
resolution of getting married before
winter sets in. Now, Nancy want a
good, smart and handsome wifet Eve.
ry body says you are plaguey pretty
gal, and know you were real smart
one before you went TO Boston two
years ago; and SO, if you win have me,
say SO at once, and there's my hand
the hand of a true New Englander
farmer"
1t is impossible TO describe the indig.
nation and scorn which shone in the
black eyes Of the lovely Nancy Tomp-
kins at this unceremonious proposal.
She looked at him for moment irf ST.
lence, as if trying to annihilate the
presumptuous youth with a frowa. At
length her feelings found vent in words.
"Mr. Brownl" said she, 81 am al.
most struck speechless with astonish-
ment, at your presumption in surprising
that Nancy Tompkins is to be wooed
and won by any man in this abrupt,
oh-hand manner. A long series of at
tentions of the most tender and delicate
nature alone would induce me to ex-
change my present state of celibacy,
for the joys and sorrows, the blisses
and disquietudes Of welded life. And
furthermore, the youth who will be
fortunate enough to gain my virgin
must be well educated, Mr..
Brown. He must be well acquainted
with the Waverly novels, Mr.. Brown.
lie must write poetry, and be able'to
my. performance on the pi-
ano, Mr.. Brown. And he must love
me ardently and deyotedly; and be a.
bic to support me in a style of gentility,
to which you, or your humdrm con-
nexions, have never been accustomed,
Mr.. Brown. And as for milking your
dirty cows, or making your filthy but
ter and cheese, | would have you to
know that | consider such things be-
meath me, Mr.. Brown. You are mis-
taken in your estimation of my char
actsn sir. Or do you fancy yourself
the brand Signior, who has only to
nod to be obeyedl Your impertinence
sir, is unparalleled; and am absolute.
ly struck dumb with amazementu'
Poor Jonathan was thunderstruck at
the temper which the lovely fair one
displayed in this speech, and the volu-
billy with which it was delivered. At
the first pause he seized his hat, and
left the house without utteIfng word.
"Mistaken, sure enoughi" said Jona-
than to himself, as he retreated from
the entry, and turned down a lane
which led to Captain Pipkin's farm
use: "What tongue the jade has
I'D what lucky escape from DEATH
for if | should marry her, should not
live six weeks--she. would scold me to
death in short metre"
He found Peggy Pipkin looking as
blooming as rose. She seemed de-
lighted to see Mr.. Brown, and the old
folks took the hint and went to bed in
good season. Jonathan hitched lis
chair nearer and nearer, and he and
the fair Peggy were soon on the best
terms in the world.
peggy" said he, "you are tarn-
alton pretty gal. swow now, if you
ant real beauty. | should like to
have YOU'LL be dam'd if shouldn't
Snow Mr.. Brown, don't be talking
so foolish--you make me blush to hear
you."
81 declare, Peggy, I'm serious,
Them pretty, rosy lips were made on