Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1866-10-16
Professional Love Letter.
From Mr.. J. E. P. B.. Protessed Man Cook, to
Miss II. 3.

What stew I was in all Friday, when no
letter came from my PATTY Everything
went wrong. [ made hash of one of my
entrees, and the cAcf, who guessed the cause
of my confusion, roasted me so that at last
boiled over, and gave him rather tart an
swer for, as you know, l am at times little
too pePpery. Thy sweet note when it did ar
rive made all right. / believe I was quite
foolish, and went capering about with delight.
And then L cooled down, and composed a new
souf1e. So you see do not fritter away all
my time, whatever those malicious peoplo
who are so ready to carp at me may think
You say you always like to know where [
go in an evening. Well, went to the Trot-
ter last night, and Fannie played the accom-
Panimcnt, and l sang-how it made me think
of you !" Goodbye !Stccetbrcad, good-Byc"
GLOW absurd Do you see what have writ
ten instead of .S,ccethedrt ?" All the force
of habit. 1t will remind you of that night
at. Cookham, when we were the top cou-
pie in the supper quadrile, and [ shouted
"Now, Side-dishes, begin!" and everybody
roared except certain young lady, who
looked trifle vexed. Don't you remember
that Spring! You must, because the young
potatoes were so small.
Your protege, Peter, goes on famously-
He's broth of boy, not pickle, like ma
ny lads Of his age, and yet he won't stand be-
ing sauced as he calls it. He and [ nearly
got parted at the station, for the crowd was
very great after the races-in fact a regular
jam. 1t raincd hard when we reached Sand
which, and got dripping wet, for had for
gotten my waterproof, and there was not
cab to be had. But now the weather has
changed again, and we are half baked A
brolIlng hot sun and not puff Of wind
There was no one in the train [ knew
Some small fry stuffing buns all the way, and
opposite me girl who had her hair crimpcd
just like yours, and wore exactly the same
sort of scalloped jacket. 4 raw young man
with her, evidently quite spooney; and they lard
ed their talk with rather too many Loves"
and "dears" for my taste, for you know we are
never tender in public. 1t grated so on my
ear, that at last | made some harmless Joke to
try and stnp it, but MademoiseIle, who spoke
IN that mncing way you detest, turtled up, so
held my tongue all the rest Of the way, and
amused myself with looking at your carte, and
concocting one of my own for our dinner on
the 10th, for the chef has gone to Spthead,
and left all to me.
And now, my duck, not to 1lince matters,
when have got that off my mind (if the din
ner is only as we'll dressed as you,l you must
fix the day. I am quite unsettled. L can
not concentrate my thoughts upon my grayies
as ought, and my deserts are anything but
meritOrious. All your fault Miss. You arc
as slippery as an eel. I must have it all ar
ranged when / como up to town next week.
have some business in the Poultry but shall
slip away as soon as l can, and bring your
mother the pottcd grouse aud chutney-
(''Cunning man., l hear you say, ''he wants
to curry favor with Mamma" And you will
do what l ask ?
Where shall VIC go for our wedding trip !?
Strasbourg, Turkey, Cayenne, Wcstphalia,
Worcestershire? Perhaps 1 think most of
coming back to the little house which know
somebody will always keep in apple pie order,
and plenty of covers for two; and shall adj
mire the pretty flbert-nais while she peels
my nuts, and we will both give up our firta-
tions, mere e"trcmctS, and SIT down soberIy to
enjoy that substantial piece de resistance
Matrimony. Do you like the mcnuP Then,
my lamb, say ''yes" to
Your own j. f. P. B.
P. S. know my temper is rather short,
but then think OF my crust! And it speaks
well for me that / would rather be roasted
fifty times, than buttered once. [ do hate
fummery, certainly.