Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1851-12-24


family. My own exploits in this line,
modesty forbids to mention, Nowon-
der Iloved this rosy little beauty who
could get up such choice fry, and bake
such delicious cakes. All what life of
domestic happiness rose before my vision,
when I pictured to myselfreturning home
from o court at night, to meet a beefsteak
ready broiled, or sbowl of the richest tur.
tie soup, served up by the fair hand OF
the angel at my side. I resolved If there
was virtue in a pair of whiskers. in an elo'
quent tongue. or in my new due COAL 70
win this seraph of pie bakers
There is no place like stage coach Tor
making love. IL comes natural You
do It egad, in sort of easy, don't care
for anything style, that you can't for the
lie Of you assume in any other place
What betwixt sitting on the same seat to
talk more conveniently, and putting your
arm around her waist to keep her from
iolting of, you soon get to be wonderful CO.
zy, and-and ten to one, if you don't
catch yourself squeezing her hand, or va
rying the entertainment in some other way
before you are aware OF 1t.
For my part as have said, was rea'
dy to surrender at discretion, and alrea-
dy fancied myself tightening the dear
creature beside me of the troublesome
duty of collecting the rents of her various
fine houses. l was charmed to think
what progress I had made in her affec-
lions. What delicately rosy cheek it
was that just then slyly kissed, she
blushing the deeper at my warmth =
And then her saucy pouting lips; and her
figure, Just the very size for a man who
hated your thin, weazle-shaped young
misses as he hated epidemics. All what
a wife she would make How l thanked
my stars that had hitherto set my face
like flint against every temptation to
marry-for now my tirmness was to be
rewarded by this beauty and heiress DROP
ping into my mouth, And then preach
ed to myself mental homily on the short
sightedness Of man, as ventured TO
steal another kiss from the conscious and
blushing little angel at my side. l was
lust about to pop the question itself, when
the coach stopped, and the driver descen-
ded and opened the door. My charmer
rose. was taken all aback.
"Do you get out here ?" said l, in sur
prise.
eyes |" said she, 81 see Mr.. Powell
is waiting for me"
"Mr. Powell" said 1; for that was the
name of friend of mine, who lived up
this very lane, not half a mile from the
turnpike, "Do you then live with him ?
Perhaps you're relative ?" "Strange"
l muttered to myself, II never heard him
speak of this charming creature"
Before could answer. Powell ap-
preached, and while he hailed me, my
fellow passenger sprang to the ground as
ifby magic, and the next minute was in
my friends vehicle,
'"For heavens sake" said I, half mad
that the hearty grippe of Powell prevented
me from fastening to his wards assis-
lance, "who is that angel Is she a
relative, ward, or what? I'm dying
for love Of her !"
Powell burst into laugh, and laugh
ed on, till tears came in his eyes. Con-
found the fellow what did he mean. l
began to look angry.
"Come, my dear boy" he said, "don't
get into passion, but consider how odd
It is that you, of all men, should fall in
love with my cook"
never make acquaintance in stage
coach, now, until have exchanged cards.
E.or, Tho CI,IIi, Sou,;..