The Northern star, and farmers' and mechanics' advocate. [volume] (Warren, R.I.) 1830-1834, 1833-07-06

'Nsbby,' said Jonathan, I've been
thinking about taking wife. Mothers
xot % tasnation cross that can't live 80
NO longsr--a and there's GO gal in all these
parts that like half we'll az do you
.und if you'll have me, don't stand shilly
shalIy about it, but-say SO at 'once-and
! don't believe that you'll ever have caune
~ repent It.
Nabby blushed TO the eyes. sMr. Brown
sho slxmmered out, altor biting her thumb
nails for few moments, Il am much obli-
ged to you for good opinion-but / fear
That il is out'of my power 10 contribute
10 your happiness. hope you'll find a
partner more deserving than poor fsabby
Jones. AT any rate, you can't marry me,
fer -fsrI-am--already--sngoged"
sWheugh!' whisiled Jonathan. .--'But
there now, thought SO. You are going
TO marry that young dandy,in t'other room.
Well, / don't bellevs he'll make you hull
50 good a husband as should--but if you
like him better, I'll say no more about it.
Ave a dreadful good mind to lick him
though. Good bye, Nabby.'
: 'Weal,' said Jonathan, as he trudged
slowly along the road which led to the We
nsrablo mansion Of General Tompkins,
sthegume's a upi--but who would believe
that such cute and slick gal as Nabb.y
Jones would throw herself away upon
that snesking puppy, Simon Thompson!-
Never mind-,hsre's as good tish in the
sea as ever was caught I; and It's bard IT
cant~toll one to my net as he made
this consohng reflection, he found him
self standing on the door-steps Of General
Ivnpkins' house.
Jonathan cast rather suspicious glance
upon the well-pol,shed brass knocker,
which had been affixed to the Generals
door since Nancy's return from Boston:
'That's as much as TO say, quoth he to
himself, that no one should enter here |,
without knocking
He lifted the knocker and gave thun-
Aering rsp. A little girl came TO the door.
lis your sister Nancy at home, Hannah:
Il don't know for sartin, but.l'll see.
Stranger thought Jonathan, that she
should not know whether her SISTERS at
home or notP
.Nancyp screamed the little girl, on {
opening the parlour door, IN key SO loud
that Jonathan heard every word, 'Mr. +,
Jonathan Brown is at the door, and asks {
for you. Shall tell him you are at home: 4,
Il suppose you must let the BOBBY IN, a
answered the accomplished young lady I
u wonder what ls his business with me.
.Hs's dressed up IN his Sunday clothes,
and perhaps he has come sparkling! :
sbooby p mut,ered Jonathan o'himseif,
ABut If ever re, Madam under my thua'b, q
All make her change her tone guess
Our hero entered the room. 1he ac-
compiished young lady laid down the las.
new novel, aud received him in the most {
approved slyl.. Too much iormaiity by
hail. thought Jonxthan but never mind,
she's tarnai,onpreity.'
Our sbooby' was at first little abashed:
but as he was play ing desperate game,
he screwed his courage up to the striking I
point, aud conversed with as much ease :
and elegance as could be expected. Nan
cy, with true female adroitness, turned
the conve ersation into a channel which she Z
thought would exhibit her wonderful ac- {
comulishments TO the best advantage -
She talked long and learnedly Of poetry J
and music, but could scarcely conceal her
contempt when her lovslorn swain honest
" declared that his tavorlte tunes were
WsHs and Old Hundred, and that the OIL
ly poem, he had ever read in his life was
a fourth Of July oration! Il
AT length Hannah left tho room, and
Jonathan with degree OF trePidation
which may easily be conceived, broke the
ice:--'Nancy l'spose you can guess what
] came here Tor this evening. The long
and the short Of the matter is this-moth-
or is growing old and feeble, and isn't
quite 90 cute at milking and mixing but
aer and cheese, and doing other chores a
bout house, as she used to be, and have
come to the resolution OF getting married
before winter sets in. Now, Nancy,i want
= good, smart, and handsome wife! Ev-
cry body says you are a pIaguey pretty I,
aal, and know you were real smart one
before you went to Bostont two years ago;
and 90, if you will have me, say so at
once, and there's my hand-the hand OF
true Nsw-England farmer. /
IL 10 impossible to describe the IN
donation and scorn which shone in the
hjsck eyes of the lovely Nancy Tompkins,
at this uncermonious proposal. She
looked at him moment in silence, as II
trying to annihilate the Presumptucus
youth with frown. Al length her ieei-
inxs found vent in words. i
mir. Browa!' said she, Il am almost 6
struck speechIess with astonishn'ent, at q
your presumption in supposing that Nan
cy Tcmpkins is 70 be wooed and won by i
suy man in this abrupt, of-hand-manner.
A long series Of attentions ofthe most ten k
-. .rd A.l,ca,e nsture. alone would in. ,I