The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1865-04-21

~" VII u'ouIeudyJ udu DoJ passenger seen
Nme, and stopped the old sinner. Out Of
breath, wet to the skin, covered with mud
|sfrom head to foot, and not in the best hui
Smor from the loss of my break fast, l noun
zted into the coach; but the instant [.
2placed my foot inside the vehicle, all my
ssulkiuess vanished, for one of the lowell
lest angels that ever blessed rickety old
$coach, or warmed the soul of sour, break I
afastless bachelor, with her presence, sat
5upon the back seat ,.
4 Did you ever fall in love? OF course
9And the lady was the loveliest of her sex?
aTo be sure. Then the stage-coach beau
aty was twice as handsome as yonr sweet
'sheart /; and if, after this, you don't think
Amy felow-passenge cherub, then | give
Sup all hope of making you appreciate her.
8Such eyes, such teeth, and such lips
8gad it almost makes me crazy to think
Sof them.
put myself down for the luckiest dog
4 in the world She was dressed in plain.
straw cottage bonnet, with green veil.
S'just such costume" said |, "as reaI
1lady wears when travelling"-and then;
I such sweet, but half-roguish smile, as i
tumbled into the coach in the plight l.
have described, that [ knew her at oncei
! to be a paragon in the way of education, )!
taste, fortune, and all that; and that REL
isolved-what knowing one would not Il
to make the agreeable off hand, for;
there is nothing like meeting an heiressl
lin stage-coach, where she thinks she isl
unknown, and dreams that every atten-l
ton paid to her springs from true love-
sahem ION your part.
[ was i'll clover. What cared / forI
rain? Splash, splash, splash, aye rain,
away there, like blazes-who cares One
doesn't get tete % tete with pretty girl
every day in the week-so [ determined.
I to make the best OF it,
And, faith, with few SLY compliments.
aad my extraordinary good looks, l soon
I got as cozy with my unknown beauty, and
j she with me, as if We had been Acquainted
since the days of Noah We talked of thu
wedding, for she too had been there,
sthe scenery-of the rain-and of whatev
/ Ter came upper most and there WAS such a
acharming frankness in II she said, that
] really thought her the most winning little
7creature | had ever seen an verify be
Slieve if the floor had been softer, and
1 had known the accurate number of house
1 # which [ would be tenant, in courtesy,
should have gone down on my knees to
/ her at once. | hlte showing ones learn.
siug off in public, so [ avoided anything
SIlke literature, though | saw by the intel.
sligent eyes of the charmer, that she had II
i ,ul alive to all the finer sensibility of ma,
lure.
At length we got on the subject of
housekeeping. Now, If there is anything
al hate, it is woman that can't keep
mouse, and | trembed at every word, Iest
! my charmer should confess her ignorance
Of these matters. Shade of Apicius how,
! my heart leaped when she told me that,
hardly day passed in which she did not
make bread, or pies, or sponge cake, or
some other of those shimshaws that del
J light the heart of man. and in expatiating
on such delicacies she rose to pitch Of elo-
qnence, that never heard surpassed. |
could not resist my feelings, but snatched
her hand to my lips and kissed it.
Yes [ felt that she was destined to bel
mine, for if there is anything wife ought
to know it is this. I come of race of.
caterers My grandfather lunched OIL
I half dozen rabbits, and died at last of al
surfeit produced by eating two roast pigs.
1 My father can break his fast on brace of
capons, or devour pair of turkeys with
out having % pick his teeth and broth
err of mine can tuck in hundred oystersy
and dishes of chicken salad, which does
honor to the family. My own exploits
IN this line my modesty forbids me to'
mention.
No wonder 1 loved this rosy little beau
+ ty, who could get up such a choice fry,
and bake such delicious cakes. All i
what life of domestic happiness rose be-
! fore my vision, when l pictured myself re-!
turning home from court at night, to meet
"a beefsteak ready broiled, or bowl of thel
richest turtle soup, served up by the fairI
hand of the angel at.my side. resolved j
] if there was any virtue in pair of whis-l
kers, an eloquent tongue, or in my new,
blue coat, to win this seraph of pieba-
Skers
There is no place like a stage coach tor
smaking love. 1t comes natural. You
DO it, egad, in an easy, don't care for any
thing style, that you can't for the life of
I you assume in any other place. What
sbetwixt sitting on the same seat to talk
more conveniently, and putting your arms
around her waist to keep her from joltingS
#, you soon get to be wonderful cozy,.
and ten to one, if you don't catch YOURSELF
Squeezing her hand, OF varying the enter
lainment in some other way, before you
IRE aware Of it.
For my part, as I have said, | was rea-s
Idly to surrender at discretion, and | alrea-
I lily fancied myself tightening the dear
sereature beside me of the troublesome du
[ ty of collecting the rents of her various
shne houses. 1t was charming to think of