Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1843-07-29
Vol. A..

bunch of wild pinks there is up in the cliff
How wish had them'
"Humph what a way you have of wear
ing your bonnetp and with provoking cool
ness he tossed it with his cane among the
branches Of the nearest tree.
| "Now Uncle-but never mind, you will
have to climb the tree to get it for me-" and
a mischievous smile played upon her beaut-
ful face, as she saw the bonnet safely lodg.
ed in the tree.
"Send some of your beaux for it."
"Beaux again! | do wish, Uncle, you
wouldn't always be tormenting me about
the beaux! You know there isn't passa.
bic one in the village. do wish there was,
though, Just to have some way of teasing
you'll"
Uncle Jeffry, for such the reader will
doubtless now allow me to call him, turned
away and pointing with his cane to the sus.
pended bonnet, walked leisurely toward
the place where l stood. The presence of
my cousin had banished all desire to appear
incog. and stepping forward l made myself
known. A hearty shake of the hand, and
a show are we, my boy" made me welcome.
While answering the many enquiries put
me by my uncle, Cousin Ida stood very bu-
silly employed in making a hole in the green
sward at her feet with her parasol.
"But come, you have forgot" said l, af-
ter replying to his questions, "if l mistake
not here is cousin Ida, waiting for an intro
duction."
ooh, yes! humph! always the way with
the young folks-wanting to get together!
Here. Ida, is your scape grace cousin,
Charles Hamilton. See if you can make
any thing out of him. He'll do to get your
bonnet for you;" and without fur Their words
he piled his cane vigorously for the house.
This abrupt though charact eristic in
PRODUCTION, somewhat embarrassed us, but
few minutes sufficed to remove it, and the
privileges of relationship were soon estab-
lished. We continued some time rambling
about the place, admiring the beauties Of
the scene, till the shades of evening and the
falling dew warned us TO follow Uncle JEFF
| fry.
"But you wouldn't gallant me home bare
headed, Cousin Charlesw said Ida, laugh
ing; Il have a bonnet up in the tree yon-
der"
"And must be the beau you were wish
ing for to getit, suppose" replied I, with
mock gravity.
"You are worse than Uncle Jeffry, / do
declare; what provoking memory you all
have. However, I'll find some way of pay
ing you off YETI and her parasol was again
actively employed in uprooting flower at
her feet
"You will be likely TO kill that flower, if
you persevere."
"And you will not be likely to get my
bonnet, if you stand there"
Finding should not gain much in a con-
test Of this kind, soon dislodged the bon
net. and placing it on the head of its fair
owner we proceeded towards the house.
My reader if have been so fortunate
as TO secure one, is doubtless ready to know
who the persons | have introduced to her
acquaintance Qor this sketch is written ex-
pressy for the ladies' may be. Uncle JEFF
frey was an inveterate old bachelor. In
his younger days, he had been an ardent
admirer of female beauty, but having been
Tilted in his first love adventure, he ever af-
ter kept his affections under close subjec-
ton.
Ida was the only daughter of his widow
ed sister, who on her death-bed bequeathed
her, then mere child, to his protection.
The affections which had long been con-
fined in his own bosom, were now placed
upon her. and the gentle Ida was reared
with all the care and attention that the most
favored ones enjoy.
Three weeks! how quick they pass away
in the glad sprng-time of our existence,
when joyous hearts are round us, and ia
miliar voices are ever ready TO give us well
come. How often do look back upon
some of these bright scenes of life, and
taste again in memory their many pleasures,
and to none do oftener recur than to my
three weeks visit TO uncle Jeflry and cous-
in Ida. How swiftly and how pleasantly
too, did they pass away, between the &C.
centricities of the one and the playful ca
prices of the other. They seemed but a
day, as the evening previous to my return
to - | stood leaning against the portico,
musing upon their rapid and joyous flight.
A light touch upon my arm and merry
, laugh, reused me from my pleasing reverie
"Dreaming, | suppose. of some fair dam
, sci of your own sunny SOUTH that you
consider so very SUPERIOR"
"Or of some one of the colder north, per-
chance of you, fair coz"
"Come, a truce to your compliments
t you know l don't like them; never could
: get at their meaning, they are so buried up
t in nonsense; so lay aside that sentimental
look of yours, or shall have to go on my
2 Dorcas mission alone. See, what a nice
= cap have made for good old Mrs Gun.
: bingham. Don't you think they ought to
r make me president of the sewing society
There Won beuin TO look like somethinC