Morning herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1837-1840, 1837-07-18
How 10 fall In Love, and how to &c out Oh
Ii Again.

inc stories whose burden was love. There was one
of these stories however, that he was in the habit of
telling about four times a week, if any body would sit
and listen 10 him. | have heard it voluntarily and
invoIuntarily suppose more than five hundred
tunes.
About the year 1885, there arrived in the city,"
said Uncle Buckeye "a remarkable family of peo-
pIe II consisted of the mother and four daughters
They came in such style, that it attracted every bo
dys attention But what was stranger, they put up
at the principal hotel took suites Of rooms and dned
at the table d hoe. They had their carriage and SER
Srnts. The mother was elderly lady of strong
and stern features. Her name Mrs Doctor Vic
ke. Mrs. Doctor Wickle would weigh about two
tlndred pounds, nearly as heavy as am. Give me
me brandy and water, John"
After coughing three or four times, drinking good
sup Of diluted mater, and rubbing his hands with
self satisfaction, he continued.
"Ths may be long story bat have patience
Patience is great virtue, as Job wasn't il Job
YES it was Job or some of his rascally comforters.-
But Mrs. Doctor Wckle had short neck and was
without husband at that time She had been mar
ried three times and still looked young and hale
enough TO begin the world anew. There was dolo-
rousness about her voice that never liked. 1t sme
too much of hypocrisy She was very lazy,-hav.ng
been accustomed from early life to doing nothing.-
OF course her example not lost on her children
Poor dear things! they SO ready TO follow IN the
footsteps of their parents, particularly when nothing
is to be done when personal labor put hors da cam
bat.
aHow shall describe the eldest daughter, Grisette
Wicker Her first born, she was the pride of ten
der mother. Grisette odd GIRL girl of curl
Gus fances and very cieuer Indeed. She could speak
Spanish as iuently as her mother tongue. When
she was animated, the Spanish words fell like drops
of feathered snow fIom her ruby lips. Ihave often
wished was young spark TO have dared TO imprint
a kiss on Them"
Mrs Buckeye would excaim against such sacri-
lege if she happened to be in hearing, for 1t was
remarkable fact that my uncle told the story always
in exactly the same words, SO good was his me-
mory.
Griset,e could dance beaufully--,hat is, with all
the grace requisite for a room. She played on the
harp though not perfectly as might have been
wished But we do not look for perfection in pref
~ woman playing harp. If she can accompany
and sing we'll any gallant cavalier will forgive
the rest. She played on the guitar with infinitely
more grace and ease. This instrument is past and
portion of a Spaniard, and in her love for Spanish,
she or course caught The passion for the guitar.
"A large full black eye lighted up her bold and
commanding features, while ringets fell in rich
profusion down her swan.llke neck. Intelligence
always sat enthroned on her brow. wish | could
extend this picture here added my uncle, coughing
again, and turning himself in his CHAIR to 60, more
comfortable position, 81 but am compelled 10 show
the reverse side. Griseltes attaments gather
ed from the surface of things She dipped here and
there in the Of knowledge like the sea swallow.
Folly, trfiing prevaricaon, fckleness, vanity false
pride and their attendants, marked IN powerful de-
gree, the action of her mind"
"But did you not say, my dear, that intelligence sat
on her brow 2" Mrs. Buckeye would invariably ask,
if she happened TO be near.
al did my dear but il was the intelligence of things
rs they ara sort ofmattcr of fact Intelligence and
hence the active existence Of the bad passions in such
profuson. Don't interrupt me again, my dear. The
brandy and water John. Bring my pipe, Sir"
"Mr Tilford, Massa" cried one of the servants
half opening the door.
"Tllford! Shew him in you black rascal. All
am very glad Dick has come. We shall now have
glass Of hot whiskey punch"
Mr.. Tilford was ushered in. The story dropped
the punch preparedand the two old boys indulg-
ed in the mutual jokes Of their long acquaintance
What shall | do now Z How shall finish my
story2 Well, reader tina, you may hear how TO fall
in love, and how to get again, will try to tell The
balance Of my uncle's story, in my own peculiar
way.
Miss Gnsette Wicklehaving been described, and her
mother, Mrs. Doctor wickle, having been introduced
to the reader in all her "huee grace by m! uncle,
will tell you how important suspicion relative to
the said Mrs. Dr. Wickle leaked out one day at the
table dhotc.
All the beaus Of the city Of course hocked round
Grisette, and her equally pretty sisters No ladies
ever visited the family account of its penchant
for the hotel Miss Grsete had three cavaliers TO gal
liant her TO the public table while the sisters had each
two, and Mrs Doctor Wckle was attended by an IN
,eresting young gentleman who had an anxious eye
towards Gnseue. lie was pouring iattery into the
old lady's ear by spoonfus and every now and then
would put in friendly word for himself Seats were
sken, and the business Of eating began in the usual
way After dcspatchng the first and second courses,
the conversation began 10 be cnvened at the third.
As fashionable gentry, the WIckle party Of course
continued TO Toll in their chairs, to SIP wine, to talk
scandal, and TO rally each other. Up came the sub
ect Of the just then published life OF Aaron Burr
how or why, no one can tell 10 this day.
al don't like the Colonel !" said the young gentle
man 40 attentive TO Mrs. DR.. Wickle-"he was such
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