The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1848-04-19
Becky Wilson's Courtship.

ooh, now, Becky, do tell all about it y ses
the gals.
Becky had Mt been married more n month, and
had MT got over her bashtuness yet.
'''Bont what : " ses She
s. Why, bout your courtship, SEES the gals.
{" Shaw % ses she, turning her head an blush
ing dreadful you better tell your own courlships
yourselves, | reckon.
s. Yes. but none of us ever had any beaus, Becky
and you s a married woman. Come, now, do tell
lis ali about it, do love to hear about courtln so
much ses Betsey Bowers.
/" Oh, yes Becky, do tell us.
swell; ses Becky, after great deal OF blushln
and twistin about, i III tell you all how it was, if
that II satisfy YOU
':Well,' ses the gals, all gittin round her they
''We, ses Becky, putting an emphasis on about
every other word, - John, he cum to our house TO
see me-, she SEES tnrnin' away her head, KIND o
lookin down sideways under her arm. = Fool !.
he better go to see his self, | reckon. Gracious
knows, did Mt care nothin' about him."
sWell,' s9s the gals.
swell, John sed he loved me. Foole better
love his self, reckon
.Oh, that s so funny ses the gals go on :"
SHAW " ses Becky, :" | won't tell no more.
oh, yes, do-do, Becky - ses all of EN-,
well, then-John, he axed me II would n
have him. Him, fool better have his self, l
reckon
Then, what did you say9"
4" Hem! never sed nothing. Gracious knows,
he was Mt gwine TO git nothing out of me-:
"Oh, oh! " ses all the gals do go on Becky! !"
CITIZEN, John, he axed mother if he mought Il
have me. Fool better have his self, reckon.
WELL ses the gals.
''Wel, mother, she got kind o flustrlt ated and
sed yes. Fool she better mind her own business,
| reckon
Then, John, he axed daddy if he mought MT
have me; and daddy, he got kind o tlusirlcaled,
too, and sed yes, too
'1Hat's the SORT of daddys,' ses the gals, rubin
their hands.
Then nanny she went to town and got white
frock for Inc, and white gloves to put on my hands,
for to be married to John. Hem, fool she
better be married to him herself, reckon. .
well, ses the gals, ''go on, Becky.
Shaw, now, amt gwne to tell you no more
about it, so amt
oh, yes, Becky, do go on Oh, do tell us all
about the weddn Becky-thats good soul.
''Oh, hush gals, bout SIGH nonsense.
"Oh, do now, that's good soul. ="
well, bimeby the preacher man he come to our
house, and a whole heap of people to marry me.
Fools they great deal better staid home, reckon
Gracious knows didn't want to see EN-
''Never mind, Becky-go on
"Well, then, John he come to take me up to the
preacher tor to be married Fool | never
did feel mad-and then - Oh, shaw, gals, |
can't tell any more.
well, then, the preacher man, he axed me If |
would have John to be my lawful husband Hem,
fool better have him his self reckon. And then
- shaw, gals, 'front.' tell any MORE
''Oh, do, Becky, Now you're jest coming to
the interesting part. Oh, do tell us the rest
Becky'''
"Well, / never said nothin and the preacher
man he said | must have John to be my husband
when he was sick, when he well /; and when
he was better or worser and rich and poor; and
love him. and stick to him, and mind him, and -
Lord only knows what heap of things; and then
he said people what he put together, it was agIn
the law for any body to take apart and so was
married, hard and fast, the fust thing knowed, to
John
..WelI, what then, Becky ses the gals, gettin
more and more interested all the time.
why then, the preacher man he went home
and then all the lelers cum pullIn' and haulln
me, and kissing me and squeezing me. and sich
other carvings on as they did cut up. Fools! they
great deal better kissed their own selves, reckon
60 OH, Becky! tell us about it, says all the
gals.
well. then, after they all went away, John,
he - Oh shaw" SEES she. :" ant gwine to tell
YOU another word more When you git married
yourselves, you'll know all about it, ] reckon.