Squatter sovereign., 1855-04-10

many congfatuialhons on his escape ended
in one loud sherao Live the Emperor"
Doestieks in Love.
Sve.tg hundred aIad one, .Narrow ST.
EEw YoRK. Jan. 90, 1856.
Previous to le# Wednesday night, /
mad neTer-beeh Ia love Save an occa-
sional fit of cholera morbus, I had never
experienced anything even remotely ap-
preaching the tender passion. But on the
evening of that eyentful Wednesday, San
die Goatie invited me to go with him to
see his sister. Now my friend Sandie is
not scholarly person, and has never re-
ceived that questionable blessing, a col
lege education. He always says "codfish"
instead of "bona fide,' and calls s'tempus
fugit" "pork and beans;" the only "Jupiter"
he knows is sable gentleman, and his
only idea of Venus" is colored wash
erwoman, who in early life got uphis heb
domadel linen. But his sister is eminent
ly classic; she stoops fashionably, with the
"Grecian bend"-has Roman nose, and
her name is Calanthe Maria. went to
see that sister, saw that sister, ''caued. :"
That seraphic sister-to attempt descrip-
ton of her beauty, would be insanity ITSELF
will only mention her hair, and when I
have said that this was sublime and divine,
wish it distinctly understood that use
these bic terms, because the poverty of
our language does not afford adiectives of
adequate force.
The instant saw her, my presence of
mind deserted me. felt bashful-I was
conscious that looked like fool in the
face, and my apparel, Con which had pri-
ded myself seemed as unworthy to be
seen in her presence, as if it had been
bought second -hand in Chatham street.
Beneath the glance of her brilliant eyes,
my feet seemed to grow too short, and my
legs too long, my coat too big, and my COL
lar limpsy. discovered grease spot on
my vest, and seemed TO become mysterious
ly conscious of hole in my pantaloons.
Never had | been so shame-faced in fem
inine presence before, and my bashfulness
only temporarily deserted me, when, after
much tribulation, achieved seat on
clumsey looking foot-stool, which l under
stood was called an "Ottoman." Wheth-
er it had any connection with Turks, tur-
kies and Thanksgiving, / failed to discover.
Left alone a short time, had leisure to
recover myself somewhat, and to note the
individual charms of my fair enslaver. A
partial inventory of her visible apparel, is
inefaceably stamped upon my mind. A
silk dress, of pattern which seemed to
have been designed for gigantic checker
board, with a train to do scavenger duty,
and short sleeves with lace curtains un.
derneath-her neck and shoulders hidden
from view by thin veil of transparent
lace, of pattern designedly made to at
tract attention-beneath which could be
seem. but particulars are omitted.
Suffice it to say, that she was dressed as
the prevailing fashion seems to demand.
essayed to speak to her, but my timidity
returned upon me with double force. Mus
tered courage at length and asked her to
sing. and stepped onher toes while turn
ing over her music praised everything in
the wrong place, and when she sung a
false note, | exclaimed delicious" She
made two-handed discord, which I pro-
nounced enchanting" and when at last,
from excess of agitation, she broke fiat
down. I enthusiastically declared that
was "never more delighted in the whole
course of my life." Asked her to play a
waltz, and handed her choir book, OPEN
ed at .Cerinth" and ssSilver street
found was wrong, and turned over the
leaf to sSinners turn, why will We die z'-
discovered that all was not right yet, and
then requested her to play some sacred mu-
sic, and in my anxiety te get the right notes
this time placed before her the 'sJeRily Lind
Polka" which she at once began to play,
attempting to sing the words. Of "0id
Hundred" which didn'nt seem to jibe.
/ We tried to dance, but my confusion
still continued. / 'schassey'd myself across
a table, and into music rack 'promen-
AIDED" my partner over the stove-'sbalIan-
ced" her into side-board, and eventually
attemptedto to seat her In mirror, where
saw sofa
| ThenI essayed conversation. and I am
confident talked the most absurd non
sense for the rest Of my call--distinetly
remember speaking Of Noah Webster's
beautiful play Of g aEvangeline" eulogisine
/ Shakspeare's g Robinson CTusoe e-criticis.
ling Thacksvay's gensrslism . Waterloo