The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1846-07-23
Love in a Printing Office.

once heard an old Jour. remark, tha
aprinting office was no place for love
making, and have since experienced thu
truth Of his observation'-being perfect
convinced that the flower of love can new
er bloom in the midst of types, stands ant
printing ink.
1t was my fortune once to sojourn for
few days in the village Of. Directly
opposite the office was pretty white
cottage, with rose bush clambering a.
round the easement, and | was not long
making the discovery that the aforesaid
white cottage with the rose shaded win
dow, contained fair inmate flower
whose beauty far outshone the roses that
clustered around The window. She was
a lille bue>eyed saucy looking creature
OF some sixteen summers. She was the
belle of the village. Her name was Ma
ry-sweet poetic Mary.
81 have passion for the name of Mary"
1t was beautiful summer morning, &
| had raised the window TO admit the
breeze from the flower decked fields, and
il was not long before | perceived that the
sweet little Mary was seated near it, bust
Iy engaged with her needle. | worked
but little that morning. My eyes wan
dered constantly towards the cottage vim
dow, where little Mary sat, and all sorts
of strange and phantasllc notions whirled
through my fancy-lighted brain, ard be-
gan 10 think felt sligh t touch of what
the poets call loce, sliding in at the cor
ners Of my heaat.
A few days passed away, and chance
made me acquainted with Mary. Heav.
ems I! she was sweet creature-she had
a form that would have shamed the ia.
nous Venus de Medical cheek that out
bushed the richest peach-and lip that
would have tempted bee from his hive
on a frosty morning. thought, as 1
gazed in mule admiration, that had new
er looked upon one so exqulsitely beauti-
full. She seemed the embodiment OF all
that is lovely and bewitching.
Well, time passed on, and one day Ma
nv expressed desire 10 visit the printing
Office. Gada thought T. what chance !!
I'll do it there-yea, there in the very
midst of the implement of mine art-why
shouldn't |? Love in printing office
Ell There was something original in
that, and l resolved TO try it al all haz-
ards.
Isl Well, Mary came to The Office, and |
explained 10 her the uses OF the various
implements of the black Grt-the press
and the roller-the ink and the stands,
and the boxes of the A B C's. took an
opportunity to snatch her pretty lily>whte
hand, and she drew it back, knocking a
stick full of matter into pr!
81 must have kiss for that, my pretty
one" said 1, and at it l went. manag-
ed to twist nv arm around her waist, and
in struggling to free herself, she upset a
galley Of editorial, long article on the
Oregon question. Nothing daunted' l
made at her again. This time was more
successful, for obtained kiss. BY ST.
Paul! it was sweet one-and the little
witch bore it like a martyr-she never
screamed once, but as raised my lips
from hers, she raised her little delicate
hand and gave me box on the ears that
made me see more stars than ever were
viewed by Herschel through his big tele-
scope. Somewhat neltled, and my cheek
smar,ing with pain, | again seized her
waist and said, "We!I, if you doa't like it,
Just take back the kiss" She made
desperate struggle, and as she jerkcd her.
self from my arms, her foot struck the
lye-paiI, and over 1t went Another
galley Of editorial was sprinkled over the
floor, and in her efforts 10 reach the door,
her foo, slipped and she fell, aud in her
effort TO sustain herself, her hand-her
lilIy-white hand-the same liule hand that
came in contact with my ears-oh, horri-
Bile was stuck up 10 the elbow in the
ink keg! Shade of Franklin what a
change came over the beauty ofthat hand!
She slowly drew it from The keg dripping
with ink, and asked me what use made
ofthat tar! began to be seriously a.
Harmed and apologised In The best manner
could. and 10 my surprise, she seemed
rather pleased than angry-but there was
a "lurking devil" in her eye that told me
there's mischief afoot. AS stood survey
ing the black covering ofh hand, scarce
ly able TO suppress a laugh at Its strange
metamorphosis, she quickly raised il on
high, and brought it down "kerslap" ups
on my cheek Before could recover
from my surprise, the same little baud
had again left its inky imprint on my 9th.
err cheek.
"Why Nary" exclaimed, "what are
you abouif"
al think you told me you rolled ink on
the face ofihe FORM" with loud laugh,
and again her hand lit upon my face, taxi
ing me broad slap in the very middle of