Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1860-06-12
POMEROY MEIGs COUNTY, OHIO TUESDAY, JUNE 12 1850

hervously, II shall tell you what it is.
You know-Julia?'
"Of course I do
Tom gulphed down quantity of ne
gus, and then resumed:
Well, [ have been thinking-on
thinking, in fact-that isl want to
marry Julia-and that's all about it, "
said Tom, who had blushed the deepest
crimson to the very roots of his hair,
made another gulp at the negus, and
nearly choked himself 1t was with
great difficulty that I could keep from
laughing at his mbarrassment-but l
did.
"Tom," 1 said, very solemnly, II did
not expect this of you; at your time of
life, too, with the world all before you!
Why, it's suicide-moral and intellectual
suicide. You think it is all poetry. Ha!
my boy, wait till the curtain lectures
commence"
cob! come, come, Dick this is too
bad" said Tom, stirring his negus, vio-
lently.
"But tell me this, Tom: have you cal
culated the prodigious rate at which
children multiply? Have you read Mr..
Malthus' book Ho! Tom, Toni" I
could refrain no longer, and laughed
right out to the infinite relief of Tom,
who laughed, too, and got excessively
jolly at his own expense.
CHOW, then,' said he, at length, "you
know what l want. Tell me how to go
about it.
"Why, propose"
"Propose! Of course; but hoao to pro-
pose There's the rub. I attempted it
on four different occasions, and always
stuck fast at the ticklish bit. [ thought
to propose by letter, and began half-a-
dozen different sheets, but could not
write one to please me. [ tried poetry,
and failed there, too Now, Dick, what
[ want is this-I want you to tell me
exactly how you managed it, and perhaps
l could do it so, too
Il popped the question in a very sim
pie way-quite unprecedented, too. |
had been spending an evening with
Fanny, and at last got up and said
quilting out my wath- this one, 1T is
late; I must be off, 'Oh, no. she said
it can't be ten yet Look for yourself,
l said, turning the watch toward her
She looked and observed this landscape
on the face here. 'Oh, what sweet
little cottager she said, pointing to it
Dear me, so it is; l never looked at ii
particularly before. What would you
say, Fanny, to our taking nice little
cottage like that for ourselves, eh, and
settling down there? Well, she blushed
and [ kissed her and said, Shall /, love?
and she squeezed my hand, which means
%, do; and so the thing was settled. y
''By Jover' cried Tom, Jumping ur
and striking the table with his hand
i-t'that's adn,irahlel Z / could manage that
l think. Dick, give me7your watcn -rol
a night; there's nothing on the face Of
!, mine The watches were exchanged al
once, and Tom, who would not wait {
minute longer, put on his hat and started
for Royal Circus in state Of intense ex
element.
1t seems that on the way Toms ner
yousness became SO overpoweriug tha
he was obliged to fortify himself witt
two separate glasses of brandy, H
: reached Colonel Purdie's about sly
o'clock, and in the course of half al
hour or so found himself alone will
Julia. Apprehensive that if he lost this
E opportunity he might get no other tina
night, he pulled out the watch and said
"Getting late, Julia; [ must be off, y
s'Late! why, it's not seven yet 'Isn'
, it? Look for YOURSELF said Tom, turn
ing the watch toward her; "ah! you
watch is not right; look here. :" JUL;
looked Why, it isn't seven on your
either 'Dear me" said Tom, with al
assumption of great astonishment, "nei
ther it is. Pretty landscape, that?--thi
here $50 it is; very sweet cottage!'
"Tery sweet cottage!' responded Tom
with startling energy. "Renarhabl
sweet cottage, Julia!'' he continued, il
seft and persuasive tones; II say, Julia
what would you-what would you say
, it would cost to engrave that?'' Alas
, for poor Tom! he had failed once more
Of this, however, was ignorant, ant
! called the next morning to ascertain hoy
:, , he had succeeded Tom was out, and. a
l could not wait, sat down to scribbl
: note inviting him up that evening t.
tell me the result. l took his desk, an,
. was rummaging for scrap of paper
when my eye fell on sheet scribble'
: and blotted all over with what at one
perceived to be Toms matrimonial pro
, posals in verse. On the first page h
n had collected host of rhyming words
/ to be introduced as might happen to sui
: his turn. There were 'sbliss and ''kiss,
> 'sing" and ring" ''life" and ''wife,
=, and many other sentimental monosylla
! bles. Then there was "Julia' and "pe
o culiar," with query after it; also ''Pur
! die, with "sturdy," " and "hurdy -gurdy;
! but he had drawn his pen through these
o He had even attempted Pidger,' bu
- apparently without success. On the mex
page were his numerous efforts to pu
these together after various models
o HTo be OF not to be, that is the question"
n Then blank line ending with the wor
u "digestion' scored out. After that cam
n mot word can speak, not letter or no
Can write to convey my suggestion'
e followed by two blank lines ending wit
|, the word "question." Then came a
adaptation Of part of. popular song
d beautiful star! for star thou art
[ Twinkling DER my smitten heart;
,r o, that l could call thee mine
! Star Of my bosom! star divine!
= After this were some curious hexamete
20 about
"His heart being cold and black, and his hon
full of sadness and SORROW"
v and at least half-a-dozen copies, wit
varieties, of his greatest and final cffor
which was fairly copied out by itself
I the center of the last naua.-