The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1866-07-31

These other GIRL Of ours, as we are in
formed bv letter, has done gone and got
well locked unto tinkerest of the gospel
who attends prayer meetings, swops horses,
stands chaplain in the army, and gets
drunk on the sly. Oh, dear! This is such
misery! Wherefore shall we flee now.-
How'we used to do the counting for these
girl i Candy peanuts, worm lozengers,
peppermint drops, little balls Of honey soap,
night blooming for seriousness and such
evidences did we pour into them lap Of
hers, whereon at yesper chimes this head Of
ours did rest-Oh, dear! o, K-lista!
We used to blacken our boots, starch
our hair, grease our shirt, and curl our eye
brows for them girl. And we rode horse
for her parental derivativeto cultivate corn;
and we MIXED the brindle heifer as what
no other boy could milk, and we split oven
wood for her ma; and who would not!
And at night, when bats came forth, and
tumble.bug crawled over the lea, and
young pllllets sat in maiden meditation,
fancy free, holIing their heads under one
wing, so as to learn love by hearing their
hearts beat, we would hasten under kalls,
ta's window, and she would, with her lilly
white hand snail us by the hair till we ar
rived at the bower of love, as she called
her garret. Twas thus our hair became
less, and the confectionery for Kalista
increased.
When the week had busted on the rock
of Saturday night, We used to wander by
the brookIet, and let the brooklet wander
too. And Kalista went forth with us.
Hand in hand, like the Sian3ese twinsters,
we roamed, sat on the dewy bank to catch
cold in our hands, and luxuriate on tbe
shank wet with dew" And we used to
decline against fatherly and motherly elm
tree, and squeeze each others hands. As
we rolled our eyes and peeked upward into
the blue vault, our spirits longed to vault
into it, but didn't Oh! this sparkling is
heaven in two volumes, with the price
omitted. Did you ever spark? If not,
advance your works upon female crino-
line dear, and commence active hostilities
to onct.
Once we sparked Kaista when her ma
ternal mother was looking. The old lady
stopped us, because it reminded her of
other times, so she said But then she
didn't keep US stopped. When we wanted
to repose our head, Kalista held her lap
and into it we went like an apple. When
we wanted kiss, we told Kalista such was
our desire, when she would lean her amber
head over towards our face and say, "Now,
Brick, tea is ready" You can just gam
Bile we took tea from that little table lots
Of times, and never asked any one to help
put back the plates. Kalista was a zephyr
on kiss; it was pretty near her best holt.
Making mush was her best charm. When
the water did boil, how she sprinkled
meal into the iron-iron receptakettle
and then shake her locks in glee. to see
the infant mush bubble and spulter like a
fellow kissing baby with his mouth full
of beechnuts.
We courted, sparked and courted Ka-
lista seventeen long years: She grew from
size to greater size, and all went merry as
a holiday bell. Kalista's maternal author
said we might, and we intended to, and
we should have been welded but for the
looks. - Ts FE
Then there came from the war a Jour
neyman converter, and he offered Kalista
all he had, and the pair welded at once;
and now Kalista is telling some other del
egate that "tea is readyl"-and thus
another of our hopes is spilled over Hfe's
precipice, and we are left to mourn for the
candy we gave unto Kalista, who has left
us all to die La Crosse Democrat.
The issue.