Southern reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 1851-185?, 1852-09-01
M\sSSAA,AMA
Tale Of a Shirt Collar.

We end the following rich story in a late
number Of the New York Spirit Of the Times.
As the weather is very warm, we recommend
i 10 be read in a cool corner. or in a shady
grove at some Of our summer retreats or
watering places:
Twill giye YOU an adventure Of a bashful
lover. His name was Damphulc, but we used
to call him "Jackass for short. Heaven
help me if be should ever hear this story; |
hope he don't take the Spirit.
Among his many misfortunes, for he was
cockeyed, red haired and knock-kDeed, he
numbered that inconvenient one of bashful-
ness nevertheless he was fond Of the ladies,
although when in their presence he never
oranei his mouth if he could help it, and
when be did speak he used both hands to help
him talk, in fact, he was young man Of
great actions"
Jack, one warm day. Cell in love. He had
Just graduated at college, and began to think he
must seek the ladies' society; he was getting
to be a man, and it looked manly to have
"penchant."
So Jack fell in love with the sweetest love-
lest, most hoydouish girl in the square--but
how to tell his love. There was the rub. lie
had heard a great deal Of the " language Of
the eyes, and he accordingly tried that but
when he looked particularly hard at the win
dow in which Miss Emily was in the habit Of
sitting, some person on the other side Of the
street would invariably bow to him, thinking
he was endeayoring to catch their eye. He
has despised expressive eyes ever since.
AT length Jack obtained an introduction
through his sister, and with her he called
several times, but she was obliged to leave the
city for a season, and as each interview had
only increased his ardor he fnAEly determined
upon going il alone"
Long before the hour fixed upon by Gus
tom for an evening visit, he found himself ar
raycd in his best. Blue coat, metal buttons,
black cashmere pants, (said pants being a
little tighter than the skin,) and spotess
vest. The Journals Of the day state as an
item Of intelligence, that the thermometer
ranged from rs 10 so deg. Jack swears it
was hundred. AS the hour gradually grew
near, Jack found his perspiration and courage
oozing out together, and he almost determined
to pull off and stay at home. He concluded,
however, he'd take walk past the house and
see how he felt.
by the time he reached The mansion, he
firmly concluded not 10 70 in, but on casting
his eyes towards the parlor window. and per-
ceiying no signs Of life there, he thought pro-
bable that no one was at home, and since he
had proceeded 50 far he would proceed further
and leave his card.
No sooner determined than concluded. Tn
a reckless moment he pulled the bell: the
darne'd thing gneedn't make such cussed .
noise. The door was opened as If By magic,
and the servant gil politely asked hiln in.
Miss Emily was alone 10 the parlor, and would
be delighted to sec him.
o Lord! here was FIX GO In dark
parlor with pretty girl alone! twas too
late to retreat the girl had closed the front
door and was pointing to the parlor where
Miss Emily was sitting all alone" Being
perfectly convinced that no choice was left
him, into the dark room be walked. or rather
sided.
All was perfectly chaos to his eyes for
moment, but only for a moments then. from
the deepest gloom came forth an angel voice,
bidding him welcome and draw near" 10
obey the order waa but tho work on \ moment,
. he supposed bui he little dFeanpt of che
obstacle which hto had thrown in hia way.
tie knew f1ll well the stream OF love had