The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1864-06-15
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"Jenny Kissed Me-"

"Jenny kissed me!' She actually and
truly did. | had often sung the words of
the old song, and tried to fancy anything
SO sweet and blissfu as a kiss from Jen.
nie's beautiful lips. And now it was re-
atty. must tell you how it was that l.,
John Andrew Mallowbie, came to be SO
blessed
The Mallowbies had lived from the time
immemorial-tha is, as we Americans
compute it-in that splendid old mansion,
built in the style OF bygone cottage, on
the top OF Mallow Hill. We were the
great family of the county, the social sun
round which lesser lights reyolved. For
successive generations we Inherited pride
as we'll as wealth. Our exclusiveness was
not in accordance with American taste
and habits, nor i'll harmony with the gem
ius of our Institutions; but we cared moth
ing for that 1t pleased us to be set apart
from the common herd, to be admired at a
respectful distance, to escape the contain
ination Of too close intimacy with our pleb-
ian neighbors.
write 1--WE" and Gus" because am in
the direct line of the Mallowbie descent.
But do not wish it to be understood that
personally inherited the pride and haugh-
ty exclusiveness of my ancestors. From
my earliest recolections was the victim
of innumerable seedlings for my low tastes
and entire absence of all thoughts of So
cial distinction. | sought my companions
because they personally attracted me, and
loved the curly y-headed children of our
gardener, and the widow Mason's little
daughter, far better than any OF the nu-
merous descendants of the decayed family
of Daunceton, or the rich Smiths Of the
ALLEY.
NJ mother daily professed herself
Shocked" and found comfort in her vinai-
grette and prayer book, but chung to my
unaristocratic associations, and troubled
myself very ittle about them. confess
that | neither loved nor rcverenced my
mother very highly. Nor do blame my.
self for unflial feeling. She regarded me
always as the heir of the Mallowbies, rather
/ than as beloved child, ana was anxious
rather for my dignity than my happiness
an anxiety little likely to awaken gratitude
| in the heart of q child.
So l played wild games in the grounds
with Tom apd Joe Carter, and their sister
Jane, or sat bending over hook Of pic
tIres with Jennie in widow Alasons little
parlor, aud avoided as much as possible
the sight of my mothers raised eyebrows
and the sound Of her fretful complaining
voice. And, though the heir the Ma.
lowhies, | did not care to be a gentleman
and was as happy rs the poorest of them
all in my simple sports.
| Jennie used 10 kiss me in those days
and returned the caress with much the
same JUNCTION and fervor that bestowed
upon my ngly, darling Skye terror. Ii Tom
or Joe Carter had been given to kissing
suppose the demonstration would have
been received in much the same way from
them; but neither they noi Jane were al
all affectionate. My play. with them was
of too rough and tumble order; but Jen
ME was a quiet, gentle loving little crea
ture, in whose presencemy wild spirits were
always subdued. never even guesse,
how much loved her until tie fat of sep
aration came, And then-but even at this
late day shudder 10 recall the wild agony
Of that hour. a.s
was mounted upon the branch of a
tree in the orchard, engaged in pelti1g tht
Carter's with green apples, When Richard
came 70 call me. Tom Carter, whom h,
4 addressed as young ulafe Of the wuTreld,
pointed me out TO nim.
\ Tho stress is jist wontin' ye in th'
draw-iHS-.oom, Master John" quoth Rich
ard; "and as there's strange jintlemai