Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1843-01-26
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LOVE IN A STAGE COACH.
ny A BACHELOR.

How 1t poured! Rattle, rattle against the
easement splash, splash on the ground I'M
aerneatt, all night; and now when awoke
mere II was raining away harder than ever, as
IL a second deluge were at hand Confound
that breakfast bell do wish there was no
such thlng as breakfast on a rainy morning
Tor then one might lie abed all day or until
the storm cleared OF. Philosophers tell us
that ram is necessary for the economy of ma
lure u may be trte, though never trouble
myself about such things; but if so, men
ought 10 be made like dormice--to sleep in a
semial state until the rain sees fit to cease.
Nature never intended us 10 be out in show
or, or we should have been born with pa,en.
oil cloth or India rubber skins.
Down it poured What on earth was Ito
do! The day before had been the brightest
one OF the bright month Of May and as had
passion for walking in the country--more
tool for II Il had trudged away off here,
eight miles and more from town, to sec coun-
try wedding "af;er the order used among
Friends" ! must say that the thing was verv
handsomely done, and that was much edit
eu IL, n"ch so. th;,t one Of these DAYS shall
many new hats there were in the wedt,inp
companies, who drove the finest horses. and
all other matters of gossip, so interesting 70
young misses and old bachelors like myself
The day passed off, with bright blue sky
until toward dusk, when a thunder shower
came up thattasied till bed time; but | retired
fully resolved that the morning would see a
clear sky over my head But morning had
come and here i, was, pouring down in one
dark, splashy, continuous stream. for all the
world like an old maids ohjura,ions when her
tongue gets waegng.
Down hurried to the breakfast table. I
had just buttered my bread, and was swallow
ing the first mouthful of coffee, when the
morn OF the coach for town was heard, and
looking out of the window, saw the vehicle.
Its four smoking horses, dashing down the
turnpike. IT was my only chance to reach
the city that day. ! bolled my bread, guYphed
down the coffee till my throat was scaldcd,
damned my nat on my head, and made dive
through the door The driver did not see me {;
but cracked his whip with a flourish and went
on. shouted; still the old villain would
not notice me, but with another flourish of
his whip, set his four-in-han1 in brisker trot,
and ratified down the hill. Desperate with the
lear OF being left, pitched after him, scatter
ing the mud aroundat every step, and shouting
at the top of my lungs, but might have shout
ed on till doomsday, had not passenger seen
me and stopped the deaf old sinner Out of
breath, wet to the skin, covered with mud from
head 10 foot, and rot in the best humor from
the loss OF my breakfast, mounted into the
coach; but Inc instant placed my foot in
side the vehicle, all my suIkiness vanished,
for one OF the loveliest angels tina, ever bless
ed an old rickety coach, or warmed the soul
of sour breaklastless bachelor with her pre-
sence, sal upon the back seat
Did YOU ever fall III love or course!
And the lady was the loveliest of her sex
10 be sure. Then this siage-coach beauty
was twice as handsome as your sweetheart I:
and II, after this, you don't think my fellow
passenger chcrnb, then ! give up all hope Of
making you appreciate her. Such ewes, such
teeth, and then her lips-egad! it almost
makes me crazy to think Of them put N.Y.
self down for the luckiest dog i'm the world.
She was dressed in plain straw COTTAGE bon
net, with green veil-ajust such costume
said "as real lady wears when travelling
and then she gave me such sweet, but hall
roguish smile. as tumbled into The coach in
the plight | have described, that | knew her
at once to be paragon in the way of eJuca-
ton, taste, fortune, and all that, and resolv-
ed-what knowing one wouldn't?-to make
the agreeable oG-hand, for there is nothing
like meeting an heiress in s;age-coach, where
she thinks she's unknown, and dreams that
every attention paid to her springs from true
love-ahemI-on your part.
| was in clover. What cared | for rain
Splash, splash, splash, aye! rain away there
like blazes-who cares ?-One doesn't get a
tete-a-tete with a pretty girl every day OF The
week-so determined TO make the bes, of il.
And, faith, what with few sly compliments
and my extraordinary good looks, soon go
as cosey with my unknown beauty. and she
with me, as if we had been acquainted since
the days Of Noah. We talked OF the wedding
for she too bad been there--of the scenery
Of the rain-aud Of whatever came uppermost