Litchfield enquirer., 1863-12-03
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From the N. Y. Sunday Mercury.] .. Miss ClarY HaricO.
BY JOHN BLAcKBRIDGE.

making Havana cigars in South Brooklyn She was an only daughter. loved her and she loved me and yet-well, it's all over.
 am an old bachelor now of twenty-four years of age.- That is an awful age for man to come to unmarried. tremble when think fit. Why, shall have gray hairs in less than twenty years. The other day, when laughed, l happened to see wrinkle under my eye in 8 looking-glass that hung near me. It welt away when l stopped laughing, which immediately did, and have not seen it since. l will give reward to any one who will find it and-keep it. don't wan. it.
 write the sad tale that follows as a warning to young men. I was once young man, my self know how young men feel memory recalls these feelings at times. Therefore, to the young men of the day-do address myself. From the height of my elderly experience being ;.s am, a deso,ate and fo.lorn old bach elor-I would request .this interesting class Of society to lend me their ears.
 As for the young ladies, am sure of them. They always attend Lectures to Young Men in such force IS to exclude young men altogeth- .r and if by chance there are any seats left, the old ladies' take them. Similarly they read all sermons, letters, tracts, addresses, words of advice, pamphlets, circulars, articles, and ad- vertisements. which have young men for their text or subject. or Course the boys are very apt to do likewise in the case Of the girls. had read Mrs. Chaponi's letters to young wo man before WAS ten years old and that mys. terious work, entitled ' Whispers to Bride" before l was fifteen If don't understand what ought to be d young wCm III 5 department anywhere or at any tune, then dout know who does, or can. Ladies, if any of you want d man, who though somewhat elderly being in deed, twenty-four years of age, yet loves you with all the a:dor of youth, and understands your case perfectly send me n line at this of lice. will answer it in person in fifteen min. utes-w,h all the fervor of q boy and with the
 
 omnibus. will fly to your abode. and plead my cause. Dua't bs phdNrate, Open your hearts to me. Address me as above. in couf- dence. And be sure and pay the postage.
 met Miss Clary Har;co at s:n Ill tea party in South Brooklyn. She was sixteen years of age. was twenty-five n ripe age for n man to marry, or at least to secure wife. had determined, for some months past, that would not attempt 10 shield myself against the arrows of Cupid, if it should please that innocent little blind boy to fire away at me, in the cr>wd When saw Miss Harico, felt that my hour had come. Such sensatiohs as l had ! On being Introduced to her. immediately put the leg of my chair through the skirt of her dress by which my distraction of mind was clearly evinced to her. When we .stood up for a quadrille. which heHrened shortly after, was so overcome that fell down in the second fig ure. Later in the evening, upset saucer oi ice cream over her. Such proofs of my devo- ton could not did not pass unnoticed or unre warisd. received permission to eall on her next evening,
 Which did. At Der fathsr's house. It was not q very large house, and the parlor was a small one. So much the better. So much the snu-ger. Mrs. Harico sat with us while, and We discussed the weather most vigorously. 1 can't begin to tell the reader how we tore the weather to pieces. There certainly had never been such weather. This brought Mrs. Harico to her story of the hard winter of eighteen hun dred and something, which occupied her about an hour. after which she went up stairs. Mir. Harico didn't appear on the carpet at all. but as heard deep and regular snoring up stairs I presume he came in quietly and went to bed early.
 After Cary's mother had gone out. my face began to burn and jingle, and felt fairly dizzy Miss Cary's form began to dilate. until be- gan to fancy was in company with the Welsh giantess. This was very absurd, and so thought. After little while became acc4s- 1 toned to these sensations, and then l began to recover myself. When 1 recovered l found myself on the sofa. by the side of Miss Clary and. somehow. her hand was in mine. Both our hands tr ,mbled. Mine, know, d,d and to this day can remember the agitation oi her pretty little fingers. Miss Haricc,' said at last, may call you Clary ? e<
 'Fes, Mr. Day.
 Day is my name. Augustus Day. 'Well then, Clary, don't call me MT. Day. Call me by my first name ]; Augustus. or Gus, or Gusty Some of my friends call me Gusty and one o my enemies once said that must have beer the raw and gusty day that Shakespeare tells about. But this is 2 positive libel isn't it Clary 2.
 l Certainly. Gusty. But does Ar. Shakes peare say so9'
 He does.'
 Gosty who wa. MT. sbaksspeares' q I We'll, clary; he is the author of Pocshon tas. Haven't you seen it at th. Winter Gar
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