Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1846-07-03
From the Illinois Slate Gazette.
LOVE IN A PRINTING. OFFICE.

printing office was no place. for love-u1a-
king. and have since experienced the
truth of his observation-being now per-
fectly convinced tina. the flower of love can
never bloom in the midst of types, stands
and printing ink.
1t was my fortune once to sojourn for
few days in the village Of. Directly
opposite the office was pretty white cot
tage. with rose bush Laundering around
the easement, and was not long in making
the discovery that the aforesaid white cot
| tage, with the rose shaded window contain
ed fair inmate-a flower whose beauty
lar outshone the roses that clustered around
the window. She was little blue eyed,
saucy looking creature of some sixteen
summers. She was the belle of the viii
lage. Her name was Mary -, sweet
poetic Mary.
81 have poetic passion for the name of Mary"
1t was a beautiful summer morning, and
| had raised the window to admit the cool
breeze from the fower-decked fields, and
it was not long before perceived that the
cottage window was also hoisted, and that
sweet little Mary was seated near it, bnsily
engaged with her needle. I worked but
little that morning. My eyes constantly
wandered towards the cottage window.
where little Mary sat, and all sorts of
strange and fantastic notions whirled
through my fancy lighted brain, and be-
gan to think felt slight touch of what
the poets call lore, sliding in at the corner
Of my heart.
A few days passed away, and chance
made me acquainted with Mary. Heav-
ems! she was a sweet creature-she had
a form that would have shamed the fam Gus
Venus de Medici-a cheek that outblushed
the richest peach-and lip that would
have tempted bee from his hive on a fros-
ty morning. I thought, as gazed ON her
in mute admiration, that had never looked
upon one so exquisitely beautiful. She
seemed the embodiment of all that is lovely
and bewitching.
Well. time passed on, and one day Mary
expressed desire to visit the printing Of
fee. Cad! thought /, what a chance
+ III do it there, yes, there in the very midst
of the implements of mine .art-why
Shouldn't! Lone IN Printing Office
eh! There was something original i'll that,
and [ resolved to try it at all hazards.
Well, Mary-c came to the Office, and ex-
planned to her the uses Of the various i'm.
plements of the black art-the press ant
= the roller the ink and the stands, and the
boxes of the A. B. C.'s. took an opportu
nifty to snatch her pretty lily-white hand
f and she drew it back, knocking stick full
; of matter into pr!
must have kiss for that. my pretty
one, said I, and at it went. l managed
to twist my arm around her waist, and in
struggling to free herself she upset galley
: of editorial. long article on she Oregon
1 question. Nothing daunted, | made at he
again. This time l was more successful
for I obtained kiss. By St. Paul it wa
a sweet one-and the little witch bore
like martyr-she never screamed once
u but as raised my lips from hers, she liftet
her delicate little hand, and gave me boz
= on the ears that made me see more star!
than ever were viewed by Herschel through
his big telescope. Somewhat nettied, ant
q with my cheek smarting with pain, agaii
e seized her waist, and said, We'll If yol
e don't like it, just take back the kiss Sh'
;. made desperate struggle, and as she jerk
;. ed herself from my arms, her foot strucl
Il the lye-pot, and over it went! Anothe
e galley Of editorial was sprinkied over tn
floor, and in her efforts to reach the door
: her foot slipped, and she fell, and in the ell
fort to sustain herself. her hand-her lily
white hand-the same little hand that ha
d come in contact with my ears-oh horrible
Re was stuck up to the elbow in the ink key
Shade of Franklin! what change can
= r over the beauty OF that hand! She slow
Is ly drew it from the keg dripping with ink
l. and asked me hat use made of that tar
L I began to be seriously alarmed. and apollo
u gized in the best manerI could, and to m
= surprise she seemed rather pleased tina
y angry-but there was lurking devil in he
re eve that told me there " as mischief afoa
ii As l stood surveying the black covering c
her hand, scarcely able to suppress laug
at its strange metamorphosis, she quickl
: raised it on high, and broughtit down Ike
slap upon my cheek? Before coul
recover from my surprise, the same it'll
- hand was again descended, and again left it
t inky imprint on my cheek.
why Mary exclaimed, 'what ar
TT you sbout?'
9t 4 think you tod me you rolled ink o.
= the face of the FORM with loud laugh
> and again her hand lit upon my face--takin
liz - I..l Ia n In the very mihdl emf