Norfolk day book. [volume] (Norfolk and Portsmouth Va.) 1868-1880, 1869-07-23

poslty over his establish
ment, knocking off his troubles
in iovial like style, after a
few smiles of good old Jamai-
ca-but in an unthoughted mo-
ment, during their honey
MOON he had somehow per-
: mitted his wife to get into the
ownership of a valuable piece
of property, which he very
much regretted, but which he
never could afterwards get q
good right to, as she had the
deeds all recorded in her own
name, and lest some of my rea-
! ders may have the natural GU
riosity | as some of the sterner
sex would say] of a woman, |
will simply say that she had
more than a two thirds share
of the reins which she had
very coaxingly got out of the
hands of her husband, and
which she was still pulling at
by degrees.
Half between laughter and
vexation I went to my task,
and got on admirably with all
but Miss Pinkey, who was some
thing like her undertaking
a will Of her own, and who to
my notion, was the most touch
me-not trial in existence.
Poor Pinkey ! before the ses-
sion was half out she had been
lectured, black marked, begg-
ed and entreated, all equally to
no purpose-indeed I had be-
gun to almost despair of ever
making her a tolerable scholar,
when her mother came to the
conclusion that study, and close
confinement would ruin her
health, and consequently she
would take her on visit
to Aunt Jane, to revive
her dropping spirits, and I
humbly hoped her stubborn
disposition too.
The evenings which had once
seemed so short, had now
grown long and tedious, with
only an occasional paper to
give knowledge of the trans
actions in the political world.
i I had received but two letters
| frnm Arthur since my arrival
she hrst L answered. IN "a veru.
pleasant manner +; but the last
one true to my nature had
proven very unsatisfactory to
him, which had been the cause
of our correspondence stopping,
for a time at least-if not for
ever. What a victory 1 had
achieved WASH t it grand +? |
kept him at bay (; while | was
dying of love, great, grand
and glorious As the old adage
says I had bit off my nose to
spite my face. Well, | declare,
what an intolerable fool | am.
One day while looking over
the columns Of a daily paper,
my eye caught an advertise
ment Of a soldier, wishing to
open a correspondence with an
agreeable lady, to pass off the
dull monotonous hours of camp
life, and which l at once re-
solved to answer,to while away
the moments which hung SO
heavily on my hands. The
advertisement ran thus Il am
anxious to form a correspondent
acquaintance with a young la
dy who will make herself
pleasant and agreeable, by way
of cheering veteran of the
| field.
For It's very dreary strife,
Without sunbeam on my life;
I'll VOW I'm neither ugly, nor cross,
So write I pray to Robby Ross
There was something about
the advertisement which SEEM
ed very novel, and which l at
once concluded would be the
very thing to kill time at Dun
dee,' and in which | could see
no improperly, so | replied in
the following lines
And do you want to pass the hours,
In witty rhymes of fame;
Selecting from the many flowers,
One who can block this game !?
Like tallow-dips my eyes may be,
AS melting and as bright,
But then we'll talk by them you see,
And save another light;
And can make the cakes for tea,
And sometimes for you sing;
Or be your little viz viz
When dancing in the ring;
And let me tell you Robby Ross
Ill very gentle be;
You'll never find a vixen cross