The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1860-04-11
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can't associate with the F. F. G. I'M
less he has had a sleighride; can't b.
eligible to le bon ton unless he has
sported a cutter and three minute
oyer the Joliet gravel
The interesting young lady, Ruth
was reading Surgeons sermons;
cold evening ; parlor of the boarding
house; nobody there but Ruth and We
We plunged IN medaaS res =" Would
Miss Ruth like to take sleighride to-
morrow afternoon 2" We shut oqI
eyes and trembled as a man may be
supposed to feel when the rope is put
around his neck on that uncomfortable
platform from which he will step of
into space. But the "ipteresting =
was considerably salved by our aban'
donmert of "our meerschaqm," and
turning her head to one side to con-
ceal the growing roses, she softly said,
II do not see anything improper in
it."
From that moment We were out of
pocket We went to Fiffany's in the
alley, and hired our Bucephalus and q
little fairy cutter. John" said we,
sis he gentle ?" "Bless you, gentle
as kitten,' said he. Bucephalus put
down one Of his feet in no very gentle
manner, and looked at US as if taking
our measurement. We didn't like the
emphasis of that horse, but then a
horse must have some spirit or you
can't associate with le bon tQn.
Our ride was to be bounded by oHr
boarding house and the cottage, that
magnetic pole which, fragrant with
spicy smiles, draws everything Grove
ward. The first mile Of our journey
went on as smoothly as marriage
bell" Ruth was too gracious ad-
mired Jumpertz's black eyes; thought
they were killing never saw any
thing like Blopdin, although she was
eqchred out of black lady's bracelet,
because her ticket was under five hun
dred; did think Rev. Buttermilk's SER
mon last Sunday was delightful dis
course, such beautiful language, and
did you notice how beautiful his coat
fitted (" Bucephalus really had re-
gard for our reputation as a son Of
Nimshi, and was very kind. We were
in a blissful state, and the unison of
Bucephalus' bells and Ruth's VOICE was
MUSIC in our ears.
Bnpephalus, like the cabbage, could
not be beat.
There vas 9 sound behind us as Of
one furiously driving the mad jubila-
ton of bells, cracking of whips, and
certain male voices, one Of which we
distinctly remember cried, " hi! hi [! !"
and the other, git Up and git =
What horrible language said Ruth.
" es," said we, and was about to i'm
provise lecture on lipgual barbari-
ties, when 10 Bucephalqs' ears were
pointing to the zenith, his tail parallel
with Michigan Avenue, and we felt q
tugging at the lines every like a
whale" Bueephalus knew what was
behind him, and shot off like a rocket
Ruth seized our arm, and held it in
her little, round, white vice. We
glanced at Der; she glanced at us.
The roses had faded to lilies, and as
her hazel eyes dagqerFeQtyped us, we
knew again that we were out of pock-
ct.
We made an abortiye attempt to
check Bucephalus in his mad course,
but it only acted as a spur to greater
efforts, increased by the alarmingly near
proximity to the hi-hi's" behind US
Ruth took apether turn on the vice.
"Phancy our pheelipks What was
Bucephalus to US? What was Tiff
any to us, or we to Tiffany, when
Ruth was in danger? We thought Of
our boarding house, of SpurgeQp's ser
mons, Of the coroner, of the cemetery.
A ney trial in our affairs In the
distance, q seemingly endless process
sion of cutters coming towards US, at
a break-neck rate of speed. Bucepha
lus was in his element his ears az
inch nearer the zenith; his tail des-
cribing an arc of ninety degrees. Ev-
erything was doing the light fantastic
solemn brick fronts waltzing; wooden
| fronts whining around as if insane
fences and stone walls doing the Ian.
GERS at five hundred Saratoga bell pow
er. go it, boots" cried an irreyer-
ent youth, his fingers wiggling by his
thumb attached to his nose, as if play.
ing an imaginary flute Stop there
or"-was all we heard from feree
man with star on his coat. On W,
went, running over a small boy ii
transit, and in another moment w
collided. "Hold up" " turn out,
"what the ID are you doing,v say