Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1847-05-06
So much for Ducetta Browne and Gabriel Gro

floors, and making fires. Mike was tight, Irish
lad of some thirty years of age, and prded him
self greatly on his knowledge Of the law and the
prophets, But Ia,lerly his cheek had lost its
bloom, his lIocksome eye lis dcvilment, and his
appearance had become SO changed, that horse
Jockey companion of his minated that he was
going off IN gllloping consumption. Mike was
in love with the maid Of the queenly DuIcetta-
Miss Sally Brown. The image of this dumpy
darling was as heavy on poor Mikes soft heart as
Il lour-pound weight on full blown poppy. Sally
was buceyed, cherry checked, fat lass Of about
twenty years of age; and, to use Mikes own ex-
preston, her lips would timpt the divil, an ye
might light yer pipe by the blaze of her eye
Last Saturday morning, Gabriel Groius Esq,
came 10 his office earlier than usual and found his
fNctotum busiIy engaged in cleaning the room.
Mike, said GIous, in an agitated voice, what 5
the matter with your You look sick
'Ah, SUR answered Mike, with deep sigh,
the diyiI O. me knows. ! behave that I've got the
disease be chickens have AT time.
and what may that be, Mike''
'The pps, sur-a grad ewel snkln' ov The limbs,
a wakeness all over an slnsallOn approachn' 30
death aGher males. It's nearly over wild me, sur ;
an me conscience tells me I'm not long for this
world
Mike, you're in love- There, don't slart-shut
the door, and then unbosom yourself to me. All,
Mike, too am vcllm.'
a victim nv il was but a victim that | was,
Id snap my fingers at it. It's me that's the mar
tyr at The slake-mC feens is dead, an my heart
is roaslin' alive at the present mlnnlt. Oh, Mis-
Their Grollus, yer acquainted with Blackstone,
Coke, that thaif ov the world ould Eden, an the
risl ov the commona,hers-lill mo what's 10 be
DONE
! Nriin In hor Y, a.,
'An what's a-what did We Gull it, SURF
"A Valcntne-lhat is, a love letter-a billet
dOur-a-'
stop where ye are, sur, for there's the coal, an
the candles, ar the wasner-woman' bill due now
Don he cNhravngant, or yell not lave enough TO
give me daCn funeral, an by this an by that
! swhre, thai onless my mind Is satisfied that IN
have a wake ahher me burial, dyiI an inch will
die, at all at ALL
Mike, hold your tongue; 90 across TO Morgan 8
and get me the handsomest envcIop you can
find
'An' amt ! handsome invalid, SURF
'Enveop, you numSkull-a delicious, delicate
covering for rose-scented avowal Of my ardent
passion for the adorable Miss Browne!
whist, be aiSy now-dont make me commit
murlher! What wal the last word that tapped
like Saans lovellcst imp out oy yer dirty mouth
Ut uOWn lne poker, !iNc, OF " cav lOr as
slstancc. spoke of Miss Browne who lives in
the house with garden before it, Just back Of
a house wild garden! Oh, ye blood-,hirs,y
wolf, IT., s,rangIc yc! Ye'vc been coorin' me
own darIin' she lives there! You've go, but two
minnlls by the clock TO live
But, Mike, a moment how do you spell her
mame?'
Spill her name, will! Be, be-un,r,-o, o.
GoubIe-you, Win, n,-Brown'
mike, knew it was a mistake. The lady to
whom am Il slave is named Browne also, but
it's B>ro-w-n with an e.
Brown with an a, thin she 5 a Brown!'
NO, no, she's very aristocralic, and all the
Brown arisocraCy attach the vowel mentioned TO
the end Of their names
Forgive me, Mislher Groius; III get The in
velops in Il jiiley, and III take the two lethers
an put EN- undher the sui Uv the door, for fare ov
accdini.
what do you mean BY two etters?'
'What do mane' Sure, its my Brown that's
the sarvint ov yer Brown; an SO We see we can
kill two sloncr wild one bird!'
In high spirits Mike started off, and in few
moments returned with the envelopes Grulius
kissed his unalory epslIe thousand times; and
Mike, drawing from his bosom a square, indigo
coored package of loolscap, wished that his
'oveIettcr' was big enough to hug
Whh's that. Mike''
'lt's an cpislle 10 my Brown, sur, an want
you to put it undher the kner ov an invopc also
THAT III do with pleusuGe-but be sure YOU
do not mix them. WHAT'S the name Of your lady
love!'
oh, it's no mnlher for that; she's purify
enough without first numc-as fat as bu,ther, as
fair as lilly, an as frocksome as lwo-ycar
old COW. Whnts the first name ov your Brown
Mike, I'm like YOURSELF don't know; hut
here are the Vaentincs-be careful, and III give
you new coat.
CAREFUL haven't the nipple ov my eye 10
guard, an do we think I'd be sapin' on my post
Oh, but IFS joyful news I'll bring to ye-news
that'l set the thoughts playin' your heart like
The fingers ov II lady louchn' up an ould Irish
tune on the harp
The fair DucCIta was seated in her chamber,
when her maid, the plump Miss Sally, entered,
bIushing like red cabbage Handing the lovely
girl Letter, she whispered in her ear, lie says
he'll give three taps al the gaTden-gale tonight
ma am, and Withdrew. With trembling hand,
She broke the seal and read.
'Su0ie Dulint;-''m dyin' wild luv for you.
Me buzum is all on fire for TO make you mine, an
I'll dye dsolute man nv We don't listen TO my
shute. Darn luv, III be at the gardn gate ut
one o clock ton ght in the mornn'
Mkt MAyNoorH.
New .Arlanes, Feb. foor'aenlh, 1871
'Tnsolent creature! said Miss Dulcetta-sa low,
ignorant fellow, to dare write me such a letter.
The proud beauy's eye flashed with fire, and she
burst into tears. Not so with Miss Sally, who by
dnt Of spelling managed 10 make out that The |
person who wrote 10 her imagined that she was
lovelier than the loveest-wilh the form of an
hour and the soul of an angeI-lhal her lips were
living rubes, her neck column orpearl, and
that one glance from her eye was more precious
than the mines of Golcohda. This rap,urous let
Ter filled Miss SalIy's heart with some very in
definite IDEAS of jewellers shops and fancy balls .
but, recollectng that the writer solicited an in
tcrview, she having not the slightest objection
proceeded TO adorn herself in her best bib and
tucker.
Nigh, came, and at the hour appointed Mike
was at the garden-gotc, looking very much as
tho he was going 10 commit Il burglary. Having
taken number Of nips at the whisky bottle, by
way of braclng himself to declare his passion his
pains were rather unsteady, md an occasional
hccough betrayed his presence. Ducetla and
her brother, who were on the balcony, observed
him, and in few moments poor Mikes fate was
decided. Instead of the soft, warm hand of his
ovely Sally, he felt the sting of a whip about his
ears. Turning around, he gave his assailant
lick back that loored him the Waterman came
up, Mike struck right aud left and shouted fire,
MURDER and bgamy, bu. 10 no effect Yesterday
morning, the Recorder sang out, Michael May
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