The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1845-03-21
FRIDAY.f MARCH a. 4s4s.. Z


make up and be friends7 Oh, Lord, !
never saw any thing like her face in all
my life; there was no pretence, there;
she really was all taken a-back, for she
thought ! was a-goini 10 offer TO her in
airnest, and it was nothin but to kiss
her gagin. She was actually bung fun
gercd. Well, Inever, sais she; and she.
seemed in doubt for space whether to
be angry or good natured, or how to
take ii /; at last she sais. Well, there,t then.
sais she, standin, with her face lookin
down; and jist put my arm round
her, ,and If didn't return that kiss with
every farthin of interest that was due,
and ten per cent. fpremium too, its
pity, tell you, that's all. II was like
| a seal on wax; it left the impression on
her,lips all day. All, sais she, Sam, it's
time we did part, for you are actin 70 OIL
ish now; come, here's your powder
horn and shot-bag; take your gun and
be- of. hear mother. But, Sam, ]
RELY on your honour; be off. And she
pushed me gently on the shoulder, and
said. what sarcy dear you be, and
shot to the door arter me, and then
opened itagin and called arter me and
said-Mind you bring Sally over to see
me soon; am very lonely here. Bring
her soon, Sam. As went home | be-
gan to talk to myself. Sam, sais !
hooks and eyes are dangerous things;
do you jist mind what you are about, or
4 a sartin young lady with a handsome
: neck will clap a hook on you, as sure
as you're born. So mind your eye
This was a grand lesson; it has taught
me to watch hooks and eyes of all kinds.
Istell you. 1a e.a.
Sam, said Colonel Slick, rising from
his chair with some difficulty, by sup,
! porting himself with both hands on its
arms; Sam, you are mean rascal.
1 Thank you, sir, said his son, with a
quick and inquisitive glance at me, ex,
pressive of his impatience and NORTH.
! cation. Thank you, sir, ! am obleeged
! to you for your good opinion.
i aYou,are welcome, sir, said his faith
4 err, raising himself to his full height.
q To, take advantageof that young lady,
and kiss her, sir. as YOU did, was a
breach of good manners and to kiss
4 her under her rfaIhers roof. was breach
7 ofbospitaity; bot to taIk;ofyour havin
a proposal to make, and so on, to in
duce her to let you repeat it, was q
breach of honour. You must either
marry that girl or fight her father, sir.
). Well, sir, said Mr.. Slick, considerin'
am the son of Bunker Hill hero, land
one, too, that fought at Mud Creek End
. Peach Orchard, for the honour Of the
name, ! will fight her father.
|. Right, said the Colonel; SEEM as she
despises you, as I'm sure. she must,
p'raps fightin' is the best course.
Oh, I'll fight him, said his son,as soor
J as we return. He's gone coon, is
the old Squire, you may depend.
/ Give me your hand, Sam, said his ia
J, ther, man deserves to kiss gal thai
will fight for her, that's fact. That's
military rule; lovin' and fghtin', sir
is the life of soldier. When | was
a-goin' to Bunker Hill, there was
gal. ....,. ,.u.. a.
: Hem! said Mr.. Hopewell, turning
restlessly in his chair. Sam, give me
: pipe; hardly know which to disap'
prove of most, your story or your ia
, theirs comments. Bring me plpe,ane
lets US change the conversation.
think we have had enough to-day o
| hooks and eyes. m