The banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1844-1847, 1846-06-10
LOVE IN A PRINTING OFFICE.

iIluhlIlS, dIlu nave SluCc CApCllClCco
the truth of his observation-being now
perfectly convinced that 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 cottage, with rose bushes clambe-
ring around the easement, and l was not
long in making the discovery that the
aforesaid white cottage with the rose
shaded window, contained a fair inmate
"a flower whose beauty far outshone
the roses that clustered around the win
dow. She was little blue eyed, saucy
looking creature of some sixteen sum-
mers. She was the belle of the village
Her name was Mary-sweet poetic
Mary.
IL have poetic passion for the name
of Mary"
1t was beautiful summer morning,
and had raised the window to admit
the cool breeze from the fower-decked
fields, and it was not long before per-
ceivcd that the cottage window was also
hoisted, and that sweet little Mary was
seated near it busily engaged with her
needle 1 worked but little that morn.
ing. My eyes constantly wandered to-
wards the cottage window, where little
Mary sat, and all sorts of strange and
fantastic notions whirled through my
fancy lighted brain, and began TO think
l felt slight touch of what the poets call
love, sliding in at the conner ofmy heart.
A few days passed and chance made
me acquainted with Mary. Heavens
she was a sweet creature-she had
form that would have shamed the famous
Venus de Medical cheek that out
blushed the richest peach-and lip
that would have tempted the bee from
his hive on frosty morning. thought,
as gazed on her in mute admiration,
that had never looked upon one so cx-
quisitely beautiful. She seemed thu
embodiment of all that is lovely and
bewitching.
Well, time passed on, and one day
Mary expressed desire to visit the prin-
ting office. Cad! thought l, what a
change! I'll do it there, yes, there in
the very midst of the implements of
mine art-why shouldn't L? Loue IN
q printing o0fce-eh! There was some
thing original in that, and resolved to
try it at all hazards.
Well, Mary came TO the office, and I
explained to her the uses of the various
implements of the black ort-the press
and the roIler-the ink and the stands,
and the boxes of the A. 3. C's. 1 took
an opportunity to snatch her pretty lily
white hand, and she drew it back, knock
ing stick of matter into pie!
81 must have kiss for that my pref
ty one," said 1, and at it l went. man
aged to twist my arm around her waist,
and in struggling to free herself, she up
set galley of editorial, long article
on the Oregon question. Nothing
daunted made at her again. Thist time
1 was more successful, for obtained
kiss. BY St. PAUL. It was sweet one
and the little witch bore it like mar
tyr-she never screamed once but as
l raised-my lips from hers, she lifted her
delicate little hand, and gave me box
on the ears that made me see more stars
than ever were viewed by Herschel
through his big telescope. Some what
nettled, and with my sheek smarting
with pain, agained seized her waist and
said, SWELL, if; you don't like it, just
| take back the kiss" She made despe-
rate struggle, and as she jerked herself
from my arms, her foot struck the lye-pot,
and over it went! Another galley OF
editorial was sprinkled over the floor,
and in her efforts to reach the door, her
foot slipped and she fell, and in the effort