Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1857-08-01
LOVE IN A PRINTING OFFICE.

once heard an old Jour remark that printing
office place for love making, and have since
experienced the truth ofthe observation; being now
perfectly convinced that the flower of love never
bloom in the midst of types, cases and printing
ink.
It was my fortune once to sojourn for a few days
in the village of -. Directly opposite the Office
was pretty white cottage, with rosebush clam
bering al found the easement, and was not long in
making the discovery that the aforesaid cottage with
the rose shaded window contained fair inmate,
flower whose beauty outshone the that cluster
ed around the window. She the belle of the
village. Her name was Mary-sweet, poetic Mary.
have passion for the name of Mary.
1t was beautiful summer morning, and had
raised the window to admit the breeze from the
flower ecked fields and it not long ere per-
ceived the cottage window also hoisted, and that
sweet little Mary sitting busily engaged with
her needle worked but little that morning My
eyes constantly wandered toward the cottage win
dow where little Mary sat, and all sort of strange
fantastic notions whrled through my fancy tighten.
ed my brain, and began to think felt light
touch of what the poets call love, sliding in at
corner of my heart
few days passed away and chance made me
acquainted with Mary. Oh she was sweet crea-
ture; she had form that would have shamed the
famous Venus de Medici-a cheek that outflushed
the richest peach, and lip that would have tempted
bee from its hive on frosty morning l thought
as gazed on her in mute admiration, that l had
never looked on one so exqusitely beautiful. She
seemed the embodiment of every thing lovely and
bewitching Well. time passed on, and one day
Mary expressed desire to visit the printing office.
{" Good" thought ], "what chance! I'll have a kiss
there-yes there, in the very midst Of the imple-
ments Of mine art; why shouldn't II" Love in a
printing office-oh! There was something original
in that, and resolved to try it, at all hazards.
Well, Mary came to the office and explained to
her the use of various implements of the black art
the press and roller, the ink and the stands and
the boxes of the A C's l took an opportunity
to snatch her pretty little white hand she drew it
back, knocking a stckfull of matter into Cpl"
81 must have kiss for that, my pretty one" said
l, and at it l went. I managed to get my arm
around her waist, and in struggling to free herself,
she upset galley of editorial, long article the
Oregon Question.
Nothing daunted, I made at her again. This time
| was more successful, for obtained kiss By
Saunt Paul, it sweet one, and that little witch
bore it like a martyr; she never screamed once
But as raised my lips from hers, she lifted her DEL
icate little hand and gave box on my ears that
made me see more stars than was eves viewed by
Herschel through his big telescope. Somewhat
nettled, and my cheek smarting with pain, I again
seized her waist, and said
Well, if you don't like it, just take back the
kiss"
She made desperate struggle, and as she jerked
herself from my arms, her foot struck the lyepot,