The southerner., 1852-11-20
WOlnan's Rights.
A STORY OF LEAP YEAR.

A STORY OF LEAP YEAR.
Sam Smith sat at home on New
Years day, in dishabille, His beard
was unshaven, his hair uncombed, his
long boots were unblacked and he was
leaning back in picturesque attitude,
with his heels against the mantle-piece
smoking segar. Sam thought to him
self that if it was leap year how glorious
it would be if the ladies would pop tho
question in accordance with their an
cient privileges.
AS he was watching the smoke which
so gracefully curled, his fancy glowed
with the idea, how delightful it would
be to have dear creatures endeayoring
to do the agreeable.
AS he meditated his heart softened,
and he began to feel squeamish, wo-
manish sensibility difuse over his feel
ings, and he thought be would faint and
play propriety the first time a lady
should squeeze his hand.
Rap, rap, rap, sounded at the door.
Sam peeped through the Venetian
blinds.
'Mercyv exclaimed he, 'if there isn't
Miss Jones, and I in dishabille, and
looking like a fright, good gracious. I
must go right away and fix myself:
AS he left the room Miss Jones en-
tered, and with composed air intimat-
cd that she would wait. Miss Jones
was a firm believer in woman's rights,
and now that the season was propitious,
she determined to take advantage there
of, and do a little courting on her own
hook. 1t was one Of woman's privileg-
es, which had been usurped by the ty-
rant man, and determined to assert her
rights in spite Of the hollow formalities
of the false system of society.
Dearest, how beautiful you look, ac-
companying her words with glance of
undisguised admiration.
Spare the bushes of a modest young
man. said Sam, applying the cambria
to bis face, to hide his confusion.
NAY, my love, why so coyF said Su-
san; turn not those lovely eyes, dark as
jet, but sparkling as the diamond.
Listen dearest said she drawing him
to the sofa, there, with my arm around
thee, will protest my true Affection
leave, oh, leave mep murmured
Sam, think of my youth and experience
spare my pal pitating heart
: Leave thee?'. said Susan, pressing
: him closer to her, never until the story
of restless nights, of unquiet days of as
, piration, fond emotions, and undying
{ love is laid before thee. Know that
$ for years [ have nursed for thee a Sc
$ cret passion. Need I tell how each
: manly beauty moved me; how wor-
: shipped like sunAower in the lurid
e light of those raven tresses, how my
e fond heart was entrappcd in the nneshes
: of those magnificent whiskcrs> how ]
would yield to the government of that
# imperial; thy manners SO modest 'so
delicate, enchanted me-joy to nae; fol
3 thy joy was my joy. Ny heart is for
8 ever thine-take it-bat first let ne
snatch one kiss from those ruby lips
The overwhelming feelings of tn
delicate youth were too strong, and b
tainted from excess Of joy. Meanwhil
% the cnamored maiden hung fondy owe
= him and
20 Slowly the eyes Of 'satnucl smit
opened; he gazcd wildly about him
then meeting the ardent gaze of his lo7
er, he blushed deeply, and from benin
his handkerchief family faltcrcd on
Task my ma
Bsg=A young convert got up in
lchurch, and was making his confessio
1somewhat after this sort: '1 have bee'
livery wicked, indeed [ have; nav
lehcatcd many persons, very many; oa
II will restore four-fold;" when he wa
lsnappishly interrupted by an old lady
who said: "Well, [ should think befor
you confess much, you had better MARI. Ia
Nancy Spriggius, as you agreed to-