Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1857-09-02
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kissing.

casion to call at the mansion of an esteem 7,
ed friend who had among other worldly ',
possessions, two or three fine daughters.-
He had scarcely knocked at the door when
it was opened by one of these blooming
maidens, who quick as thought, threw her
arms around his neck, and before he had
time to say, 'Oh, don'tp pressed her warm
delicate lips to his and gave him as sweet
a kiss as ever swain deserved. In utter
establishment, the worthy gentleman was
endeavoring to stammer out something,
when the damsel exclaimed, oh mercy,
mercy Mr.. K. is this you? I thought
certainly it was my brother Henry
sPshawp! said the gentleman to him-
sell, you don't think any such a thing
But taking her hand he said in a forgiving
tone, there is no harm ; don't give yourself
any uneasiness, though you ought to be a
little more careful
After this reproof he was ushered into
the parlor by the maiden who as she came
to the light, could not conceal the deep
blush that glowed upon her cheek, while
the boquet that was pinned upon her bo-
som shook like a garden in an earthquake.
And when he rose to depart, it fell upon
her to wait upon him to the door and it
may be added that they held discourse to-
gether for several minutes-on what sub
ject it is not for US to say
As the warm hearted youth plodded
homeward he argued with himself in this
wise
Miss J. knew it was I that knocked at
the door or how did she recognize me be-
fore l spoke? And is it possible that her
brother would knock before entering p
She must be desperately in-pshaw J.
Why if she loves a brother at that rate,
how must she love a husband? for | never
felt such a kiss in my life.'
Three weeks after the accident above
described, Mr.. K. was married to Miss j.
Now don't ask US if Mrs. K. ever con
fessed that her kissing was not a mistake,
for positively we shan't tell.
naF John B. Cough lectured in Gin.
~cinnati a few weeks ago. Here is one Of
his anecdotes:
: A long, lean, gaunt Yankee entered
drug store and asked:
}, BE you the druggerr
; well, I 'spose 50, I sell drugs
wall, hav you got any of this ere seen
! stuff as the gals put on their han CHEERS
f o, yes
wall our SaPs gwine to be married, sh
gin me the ~ninepepee and told me to in
: vest the hull mount In ~seentin' stuff so
j to make her stink sweet, if / could fin
e some to suit, so I've a mid, I'll just smel
!, round
: The Yankee smelt round without bein
!, suited, until the fdrugger' got tired Of hin
d and taking down a bottle of hartshorn said
IS Tve got a seeming stuff here that'l su
IS you. A single drop on a handchief wi
Ie stay for weeks and you can't wash it on
IS but to get the strength of it you must tai
10 q good big SMELL
as is that SO, mister? Wall just hold
i a minnet, till l get my breath, and when
ID say now, you put it to my smeller.'
ur The hartshorn, of course, knocked t
he Yankee down as liquor has done many
Us man. Do you suppose he got up and SIM
be again as the drunkard does? Not he
m but rolling up his sleeves and doubling !
ng fists, said /:
he you made me smell that tarnal everla
ar ing stuff mister, now I'll make you SIN
fire and birthstone.
cir
PATS ENCOUNTER WITH A HORNE
no NEsE-An I was a mowin of a morn
ant fist a while since, on the mash form
the wood, an I seed a big beauti
.en birds nest on a bush an [ axed ]
Davis what kind ov a birds neest it Y
an he tould me, bad luck to him, 'tw;
hum birds neest an | went up and pei
into it, but devil a bird could l
ra- nor a bit of a pleace for her to lay
will then Mr.. Davis tould me-may the d
run away with him-to shake the busf
the ould bird wud cume out an l sh
it, shure, but instead ov a bird, out
a thousand, ten thousand-och, a mil
.ow. oy the big green heads, an they flew
me eyes, an into me hair, and into
mouth, be jaber, and they bit me
'sse- shurely l thought I was dead jist,
screamed, an l run-och, didn't l l
but they stuck to me, an no more cot
run away from the varmints than Ic
the run away from meself; and the fu
rela- know'dI tumbled into a ditch ov a
les q two feet ov water, and thinks | now
los homes, I'll Gun the st. Patrick on ye,
ppiy- jist give the lives ov such spalpeens
mes, tie howley wather in ould Ireland.
ave ducks me head under the wather, ant
I'D OF hid it there till I most kilt meself
J ex- intirely kilt every mothea's son 0
1"lce hum birds-bad luck to en-.
|, ana Pat ended his story with a deep d
LOOKS sigh and put him to work of his old
leavi- employer.
/ INTERNAL Observation-Disclosures
other handsome does,' is an old adage
tains, truth in it as witness the boy who
COM riding down hill on his sled, and ran
field, a lady's dress. Springing to his fee
j, lift expressed his regret at the incident;
it, for the lady remarked
There's no great harm done my
E near you feel worse about it than I do
OPP But your dress is ruined said the
ses to & supposed you would be very angry
alysis. Better have a spoiled dress than
wells, fled temper the lady replied and,
rost, it passed on, the boy exclaimed to his
urious panions,-
to the isn't she a beauty?
ub-soil Call her a b eauty,' said one Of
she's more than forty, and got wri