Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-03-31
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II is impossible to- describe Tho. i1,dikIla.
ton and lscoYfl which shheo,nre I'LL il fhe bleck
eye Of tho lovely Nakcy fompkii Il
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I ut tIrH lor q HloInenI III slfehce, as II try
ing to annihilatc the presumptious youth
with frown. AT length her feelings found
vent in words. a....lr '.,-a.,t1-
'Mr, Brown said she, 4 am almost
struck speechless with astonishment, at
your presumption in supposing that Nancy
Tompkins is to be wooed and won by any
man in this off-hand manner. A long Sc
ries of attentions of the most tender and
delicate nature alone would induce me to
exchange my present state of celibacy. for
the joys and sorrows, the blisses and dis.
quietudes of the welded life. And further
more the youth who will be fortunate c.
nough to gain my virgin affections, must
be well educated, Mr.. Brown. He must
love me ardently and devotedly; and be
able to support me in style of gentility,
to which you, or your humdrum connex-
ions, have never been accustomed, sir.
And as to milking your dirty cows,o MAX
ing your filthy butter and cheese, would
have you to know that | consider such
things beneath me, Mr.. Brown. You are
mistaken in your estimate ofmy character,
sir. Or do you fancy yourself the Grand
Signior, who has only to nod to be obeyed.
Your inexperience, sir, is unparalleled; and
and | am absolutely struck dumb with a.
mazement.'
Poor Jonathan was thunderstruck at the
temper which the lovely fair one display
ed in this speech, and the volubility with
which it was delivered. At the first pause
he seized his hat, and left the house with
out utterng word.
Mistaken, sure enough! said Jonathan
to himself, as he retrealed from the entry,
and turned down a lane which led to Cap
tain Pipkin's farm house: 'What tongue
the jade has and what lucky escape
from death!--for if should marry her, |
should not live six weeks-she would scold
me to death in short metre.'
He found Peggy Pipkin looking as
blooming as blooming rose. She seemed
delighted to see Mr.. Brown, and the old
folks took the hint and went to bed in good
season. Jonathan hitched his chair near
er and nearer, and he and the fair Peggy
were soon on the best terms in the world.
"Peggy," said he, "you are tarnation
pretty gal. | swow now, if you aint re-
al beauty. | should like to have you-I'll
be darn'd ifI Shouldn't a.E
Now, Mr.. Brown, don't be talking so
loolish--you make me blush to hear you.
4 declare, Peggy, Pm serious. Them
pretty rosy lips were made on purpose 10
be kiss'd; and III be darn'd if don't have
buss.' Come, none of that, Mr. Brown.
| never let fellers come so near me as that.
Keep your distance, tell you. If you go
to be rude, Mr. Brown, Pll hol-'
Don't be vex'd, Peggy. You're SC
pretty, | believe must have one buss--
swow | WILL
Here a struggle commenced; Jonathan,
you mustn'tact so--an't you ashamed OF
yourself-let me alone-I declare now, III
holler!-I will sartainly will murmur.
ed the coy maiden, almost out of breath.
Jonathan being novice in love affairs
was somewhat alarmed at these reiterated
threats, and thought he had gone too far.
Not caring to alarm the family merely fol
kiss, he was about to relinqush the at.
tack, when her brother Tim, who occupied
bed in the adjoining room, and had been
quietly listening to the interesting discus.
sion between the lovers, bawled out, Dom,
mind what she says, Mr. Brown. She al.
ways says she'll holler-but she never
does
This was damper Peggy blushed O
i, deeper scarlet, and Jonathan, whose pas
sion was suddenly extinguished by this in
formation, sprung from the lovely Peggy's
side, with cool good night, Miss Pipkin,
left the house. 3N BY. Iif -
\ $50 then,' soliloquized the youth, rs he
wended his way towards the snug cottage
where Sally Johnson lived, the stories tina,
| had heerd told about that gal are true a:
gospel arter all. But who d have thought
it--and she looked so plaguy pretty too
1t was nearly half past nine O'Clock
when our hero reached Mr. Johnson's door
He entered without knocking, perceiving Q
light in the kitchen, and found no one VI
but Sally, who was very busily engaged
in knitting by the fire-side. Sally seemed
astonished to behold Jonathan Brown a
that time in the evening, but rose immedi
ately, and reached him chair.
i My father, Mr. Brown said she, 'has
just gone to bed; but if your busines.
is urgent, I'll call him. and she moved to
wards the door. &
4 Stop, Sally exclaimed Jonathan--'my
business is urgent, confess; but it ism
exactly with your father. didn't come
= all the way here at this late hour to cha