Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1869-11-06

spinster in the matter Of courting and
cooing, aud all the little hoheyed inter
views which transform the area and base
ment door, in the imagination of Bird.
get, into bowers Of honey sucle and
iessamins. All, those fluent tongues
from the green isle What exquisite
| pleasure it must be to- be courted by q
genial, whole-soued Irishmanl Our
phlegmatic Saxon temperament dc es
well for married life. 1t lasts well. 1t
takes several years for some people to
get kindled, so as to get up a wedding
neat. The Saxon courtship is grave and
serious. 1t is matter of consideration.
l have known n proposal OF love to be
started like thesis, and calmly argued
for or against, with tar less warmth than
Luther would have felt in debating a
thesis. Indeed, many courtships are
like attempts at kindling fires with
green wood. OF course fellow has to
20 down upon bis knees; a few starving
Goals are heaped together, mere spark
dances ia and out upon the inhospital
charcoal, aud disappears on one side as
fast as 1t appears on the other. But by
all manner of shavings and bits of paper.
mere trlnkets, as it were, and billet -donx.
a slight flame is got up, which strives
with doubtful prospect to convert the
smoke into blaze. The bellows are call.
ed in. The fire is fairly driven up TO its
work. The green sticks begin to sizzle
at either end and though, at last, when
beat triumphs the fire is large aud last
ing, the poor fellow that kindled it mad
to work for it,. r- -- --. --
Not such is Irish fire. A spark on
finder, coal upon powder, a torch
thrown down upon the dry grass of an
autumnal prairie. 1t is touch and GO.
Heavens, what blaze! | don't won
der. The Irish tongue was made for
eloquence. 1t rolls as easily along as
rollIcking brook through meadow of
flowers. 1t huns as sweetly as whole
hive OF bees, each one with his thighs
laden with honey. But me thinks am
getting little off from my story.
After all Bridget's fair words to the
! Chief of Staff, there was her cousin, that
Is the usual name, at the very time sit
ting chirp and clipper in the kitchen,
but ready to slip in or out, up or down,
if the mistress of the house should take
it into her head to see things right,
down stairs, with her own eyes. But
no; Bridget was that one truly honest
Irish girl that everybody or every body's
neighbor has, tha: will not lie or steal.
To bed we all went that is, the aristo-
crat Of the family. Is there any thing
so luxurious as the moment that YOU are
sinking into slumber? | have often
wished that could keep awake to know
how happy was when just asleep. But
so it is. ...- '... 'r.
Coarse enjoyment you are conscious
of; but joys the most spirituclle are
those which vanish in the thrill which
they make. Who has not, when asleep,
had unrolled before him the only oppor-
tanity which vainly he had sought in
waking, the hour, the person, the joyful
certainty; but just as the word was
trembling on the lip, you wake. How
hateinl is the waking out OF imaginary
bliss into dull reality! III,
AS l was saying, | had just reached
the bounds of Elysiam, its fragrant dews
were falling upon me as upon some
rotund sun-flower, when-''iury and
thunder, what's the matter now 2" That
bell was raging as if fifty thousand bur-
glars were at the other end. What is
it? | rush to the dial, turn the test
keys to see what has broke loose. 1t is
the front basement door! OF course it
is. There is Bridget and her cousin,
standing sweetly there, quite uncon-
scious, i'll the JOY of that which was going
on at that end of the wire, of the roar
ing row that was going on at the other.
We rushed to the head of the stairs,
forgetting, of coarse, TO thrn off the bell,
which went on clamoring with admirable
wind and bottom, and ouly after shout
ing, and running down to the head of
the next pair of stairs, could we make
Bridget shut the door As she ascended
to her room, the Chief of Staff, in de-
cisiyc way: Bridget"
: "Ma'am ?" as innocent as dove.
Bridget, I thought you were abed.
What was the door open for %
'lndced, ma'am, it took me longer to
take care of the fire than usual. and list
as L WAS coming up thought smelled
some thing. Mebbe, says /, there's fire
in the ashes in the arrar. Sure enough
ma'am, when | opened the door there.
was sparks enough"
"On," says the appeased Chief; "did
you put them out, and make all safe 90
Eyes, ma'am, you may be snre did,"
adding in an undertone, as she went up
stairs, "anl shut the door after her."
Bridget is a TREASURE" said the Chief;
"Ialways, feel safe when she is about.
Pm always bound to say good word
for Bridget, II she is Irish" - l'
"At any rate" said tone is glad to
see that a door can't be opened without
his knowing it,"
Now We are early risers at our house.
We seldom lie abed after six, even in.
Winter, and Of course the girls must be
up, Tor carly breakfast, betimes. And
yet, while we are abed, how grateful are
the morning slumbers ! 1t is in the later
hours of the night, if at all, that a
healthy man dreams; and it he il
member of the temperance society, and,
like Mr. Parton, never smokes nor takes
late suppers, his dreams will be like the
visit of fairies. We are not enough
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