The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1864-02-17
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THE PERSEVERING BACHELOR.

Mr.. Peter Robinson was bachelor stout
and almost forty. Peter had never loved
but once, and the alteration of his heart had
been bestowed upon Miss Lucy Poppleton
but, alas Peter had failed to express his
passion at the proper moment; or, in other
words, had failed 10 como to time, and one
day his heart was lacerated by receiving al
envelop of cards, announcing that the de-
| lighttul Lucy WAS about to become Mrs
Immersion Crooks.
1t was a terrible blow to Peter, but he
staggered up from it and still loved the ob
ject of his early pasGions-at a distance
Mrs. Immersion Crooks reveled in the de.
lights of matrimony, leading fashion, her
husband, and Peter--at n dstauce-by the
nose for five years. at the end of which
time Mr.. Immersion Crooks chose to depart
for another sphere, leaving Mrs. immersion
alone to mourn her duty.
Once more Peters heart sprang from dust
and looked forward to the time when
the allotted period of mourning should be
over, and he could pour forth the pent up
agonies Of five years and ask compensa
| ton in the hand of the fair widow. One
year, thought Peter, is surely enough of
time. | will give her one year. Month and
month rolled away until he could stand il
no longer. A sickish misgiving of the
evils of delay, drove him to precipitate the
asking. When the tenth month came he
sought the widow at her home, and with all
the ardor of long pent up love poured
forth his tale. The widow heard him
heard him calmly unto the very end, and
then, with her delicatey perfumed hand
kerchef pressed to her blushing checks
told Peter that she had only the week be,
fore promised her hand to DR.. Stickleback
and oh why did not her dear friend speak
before?
A second time was Peters heart torn in.
to minute fragments; a second time was he
sent into the world to admre-at dis,
tance.
Time sped on, and once more Peter be-
gan to inspire hope. Perhaps Stickleback
might die ; he certainly had AN apoplectic
look and sure enough Peters perhaps turn,
ed out Il certainty, and Mrs. DR.. Thedosius
Stickeback was once more a mourner. Pc
ter had learned too bitterly the dangers of
delay to suiler any such cause to stand be-
tween him and success. lie would not give
the widow a year, not yet ten months nay,
not even six but the third month he would
so to her with his tales of love deferred ;
and so he did We must transcribe the
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Ipoppcd
"Oh Mr.. Robinson, why did you not
come before? ? You know my esteem for
you! You know that ! would have set
aside all other offers for you; but oh how
can | tell you--that only last evening |
promised Capt, Hawkins. Poor, dear, sweet
Hawkins he's your intimate friend, know /;
I've heard him speak so highly of you 4.
Oh, why did you not speak before?"
Aud so Mrs. Thcodosius Sdckleback was
transformed into Mrs. Jonathan Hawkins /;
and Heter was once moro left to admire
at "A distance.
Still Peter waited and hoped. Something
might turn ZIP, lac argued, aud then he
would not allow himself 10 bc too late, and
something did turn up the something be-
ing nothing more nor less than the redoubt-
able Captain, ',ho turned mp missing, hav-
ing fallen overheard from tho steamboat
while ont on a target excursion with his
company, and sunk like a stone, owing, TN
doubtedly, to the pondcrous nature Of his
responsibilities