Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1861-12-19

Win quick, nervous motion, and my Mum
chausen accomplished its purpose. Such face
man may see once in lifetime never of
tener. Her hair was of that peculiar auburn.
or rather chesnut color, which takes different
! tIntS in dltfent lights glossy does not explain
! it, and if | may be allowed the comparison,
looking like the coat of one race horse in
thousand, the other nine hundred and ninety.
nine falling by degrees below Her foreh cad
was low, oval in shape her eyebrows dar-
ker than the hair if they had any fault it
was being too regular and too clearly defined
the eyelaShes long, silky, and still shade
darker, while the eyes were of that deep in-
tense blue, soft, yet showing intelligence of q
high character f; her nose Grecian, the nos
! trS thin and arlStocratic, while the curve of
the upper lip gave her somewhat naughty
look, as if little too conscious that the blood
in her veins had flowed through long line of
lllustriOus ancestry her teeth were regular
aud white, without the foolish expression which
very white teeth usually give the under lin
red and protrudng, while the round chin took
away some of the hautiness from the look al.
ready aoticed-added to the yoluptuous swell
of the neck lent every feminine grace, and you
did not need TO be told her character. Proud
but lovea6ie, proud of her appearance, station,
relatives, blood, and intellect You saw and
felt that she knew she was worthy of respect
ful love- alteration almost, as the type of a
perfect woman There was no impertnence
III my revereutial gaze. The heightened col
or, while thinking there might be danger, had
fled. Her cheeks were tingcd with pink, Join
lug the white as you see ia some rare varieties
OF sea shells, SO delicate you eau hardly tell
the polut of commiagliug, or, Doctor, as your
contrymen has so well expressed it, q" like ILL.,
les dpt in wine"
Her companion chided her for display.
ing the foolish fear, and as we had flushed
the descent the veil was replaced. Nor was
sorry, the beautiful features were so strongly
impressed on my mind, that | could see them
as plalnly rs if before me, and the last sCorn-
tul look ut the lmputatiOn of fear was lust the
expression | wanted daguerreotyped on my
heart, a. the look | would have expected her
TO give ON being accused OF any unworthy &C.
ton.
'sAfter a while the stage stopped at Tom
Ducan's to change horses, the passengers get
ting out the men TO get glass of Toms
famous beer, while the ladies stepped into the
parlor, as relief from their cramped position
in the coach. Tom wasn't in. Some time be.
fore he haC made purchase of N ,nkey from
a travelling Italian, who had made money
enough out of the aforesaid monkey and
hand organ to enable him to spend the rem 4ind-
er of his days beneath the much loved sky of
his native country. The monkey was great
faVorte indeed with nearly human intelligence.
As he saw the coach stop, and the customary
rush for the old-fashioned high bar, he un-
doubtedIy thought he must play landlord, as
his master was out He catches the stone
pitcher from the shelf, and going down cellar,
proceeded 10 draw the beer ia the manner he
had often seen Tom do it. There was wood
Ell spgot in the cask, which. in place Of turn
ing, ne pulled out. The beer soon filed the
pitcher, and on his essayng to put back the
spgot his fingers were too numb, and he could
not replace it in the hole, the beer all the while
f2amiug and running oyer the cellar floor
Trembling with fear and chattering with eX-
citement, he rushed up the stairs, and made for
a hiding place q bedroom adjoining the par
lor was open he flies in, jumps on the bed,
and enscouceS himself behind the curtains The
old maid, desiring to get rid Of some of the
dust of the road went into the bed room to
wash the stand stood close to the bed, and
as she took the ever and commenced pouring
water into the basin, the monkey thought the |
thrust the black skinny hand, which yet retain
ed the spigot, in her face A counterscream
aud heavy fall alarmed us all, aud we ran into |
the room the old lady laid faintDg on the /
floor, Mr. Pug standing on the bed grimacing, !
and thruSting the spgOt with frantic efforts in
the air. She soon recovered, but feeling too |
unwelI after the fright laid over for the stage
of the mex day This compelled me to part.
a. IL .f,1
| resumed nv place on the box with the driver,
joyful that had been permitted to gaze on so
much IoveIiness though with feeling of awe
that she was some distance beyond our Sphe re.
Now, Doctor, the song no banterng
about my goddess, as frankly tell you | am
sensitive on that point, and a foolish remark
will mar the harmony Of this " glorious oc-
casion."
THE DOCTORS SONG.
Let them sing of the wine
On the hills of the Rhine
Or the banks Of the Guadalquiver.
With the shining bright
And the stars twinkling light,
Now warming, now chilling the river
But give the drink
That makes the heart clink
With music, and every thought swelling
The brmming barley brew
That warns the heart through
In Lairls and the COtters dwelling.
Then here's to Major
Drink it down!
Here's to Major B
Drink it down!
Here's to Major B!
May he always live with gleet
While very happy, We
Drink it down drink it down, drink it down
Let them sing of the bliss,
The wine-Cup to kiss,
In these lands of the hook. port, and sherry,
much rather sip
The dew from lip,
That's DOutng and red a cherry
While the laughing talking eye
Surely says to you and /,
Nows the time, never wait till tomorrow,
Let US love while we may