The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1865-09-21

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NO! was the spontaneous response of
the entire assembly. .-.....- ~
For the Ottumwa Courfer.1
MY DEAR LITTLE FANcHoN:-"Homo
sum, humani nihil a me alienum puta."
Starting out with this original proposition,
it may not be amiss to include another
gem from certain Sir Oracle, who, in his
quaint homilies on things ''wise and other
wise," dropped the following delicious tit
bit on epistolary correspondence, ,-r
''sit down without knowing what You
intend to write and get up without know
ing what you have written" q,..,
That is truly consoling to an addle-pated
scribbler like your humble servant, and
shall certainly devote a dozen turns Of the
wheel to his benefit, when make my next
pilgrimage to Mecca. But, ''revenous a
nous mo,ltons.'' What was to tell you In
this? Let me think; All, I have it, the DIM
NRR yesterday; you dear, delightful little
Cricket, how much you missed by not at
tending! ~ sr ...,...,..t,,. ...,.r..z
Prepare now for a sumner, for shall
pitch ''in naedias res" Just jas did into
thecompany when arrived OF the grounds,
literally, my dear, for pitched headfore-
most out of . great lumber wagon, ma
king my unceremonious "debut' much to
the surprise and astonishment Of the dim
ity and broadcloth witnessing the feat OF
ground and lofty tumbling, and not little
to the detriment of the anatomical con-
formation making up. the personnel Of the
ubiquitus ego. res s"it" 'n.'' r.' '.....
Being: modest man and diffident with
al, "phancy my phelinks," . ...tr@F'.s.
The day was delightful, weather. all tina,
could be desired; supernaI breezes kissed
the dimpled cheek of dainty damsels trip
ping gaily through the arborescent shade.
The tables groaned Tor were supposed to,
at least, under their load of edibles, such
as only we western folks can 'get np'' ?,
The music and thespeaking Though pos
itively didn't hear word of the latter
were each in their legitimate and proper
sphere, appropriate and elegant--ef course.
The vocal music, especially, WAS splendid.
AS am not a man-milliner, you will
pardon me if I omit a dissertation TN er-
tense, upon the fashions; SO far as my OBJ
servation extended, every one had on
clothes, each sex clad in the habiliments
pertaining thereto; though, to relieve the
pon1an's curiosity with which know you
are bursting. will say (sub rosa, you I'M
derstand,) did see one or two dresses that
Commenced too late and ended too soon.'
Is that sufficiently to the point?
Not a word of this to, Mrs. Grundy, a.
you value my friendship, as it would
wreck my matrimonial barque in storm
of dimity instanter.
Seated in a mixed company, say about
fifty, overheard the following pithy con-
fab: "La, Miss Jones, did You ever see
such Observation-Disclosures awfully, fraid
I'll be down-helow par, sir, it's all owing
to the Copperheads-going off and leaving
six small children? why she has only
been married-after maturity at ten per
cent-read Armadale3 isn't it-utter folly,
he might have known-he's gentle, he is
kind, you'll never-eo down town and get
glass-too many, I assure you, they new
er-felt any inclination to-gct married
next month, for T." '.."
Dinner was announced at this juncture,
which put period to this novel, entertain
ing and instructive conversation. A little
blue-eyed matron (bless her kind heart
played the hostess charmingly and much
to my taste, though her experience in the
commissRry business is certainly limited
If I had eaten one-tenth that she heaped
upon my platter, there wouldn'thave been
vest button left to tell the tale.
While exhaling the fragrance OF a post.
prandial Habana, a spirited little matron.
ly piece of femininity, with witching hazel
eyes, like an angel las she is) glided into
my presence, when we fell into a little
pleasant badinage; the sheen Of her wit
sending off scintillating corruscations that
played havoc with my favorite theories
and the flashes from her bright eyes came
near playing the deuce with my, but
I'd better stop there; ha! ha! ha! no jeal
ousy now, my little Fanchon; yon know
you are the darlingest, bestest. sweetest
little Cricket lin my eye) this side Of Novs
Zembla. ~. . ' ''''-' .' -'
Allons, old tempus kept fuging along un.
til the slantlng rays OF the September sur
admonished me to ''stand not upon the
order of going, but 60 at once"
Arrived at home, a short rest and sup
per, accompanied by the coup that cheers
but not inebriates," induced that quiescent
state of mind which inclined me to dash
off this hastily concocted and curiously
disjointed epistle, intended solely for youl
eve alone. ! stop to gaze on tho beauties
OF this soft September eve; twilight" has
inst drawn its gray mantle athwart the
sky and pinned it with star, but-pshaw
I grow sentimental. Pray, pardon me.
kiss my hand to you; will not say fare
well-but au reD0fr.
Your own LAUDRy.
OrTUMwA, Sept. 18th, 1865. ~"
NrTake Ayers Pills for all the puF,
poses Of purgative, for Constipation, In.
d;rastion Headache and liver Com ri a nj