The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-02-12

THAT amt as good word 81 circumwented,
sammy" said Mr.. Weller, graycly
Think not?" said Sam.
"Nothn' like II, replied bile father.
But don't you think itmtNp mcrt|" inquired
1~pSl o
';Vei, pihaps il il d hcte teHdeesg woro, =
said Mr.. Weller, after lew n:omsnN re"ec'ion.
Go on, Sammy"
Feel myself ashamed and completely cir
ctfmseribed In a dressin of you, for you are
nice gal and nolhm' but u. ;"
"I1,at's very pretty sen timent' said the
elder Mr.. Weller, renewing his pipe to make
way for the reff1sts,
eyes, think il Is rayther good" observed
Sam highly fattered.
@wat l like in that ere style of writin'," said
the elder Mr.. Weller, 'is, that there amt no
calm names in it--no Wenuses, nor nothin o.
that kind; wot's the good O. calm young
CONAN a Venus or o angel, Sammy"
"Ahl what, indeed?" replied Sam.
'You might jist as veal call her griffin, or
unicorn, or kings arms at once, which is very
well known to be a collection O fabulous ami
mails" added Mr.. Weller.
'Just as well" replied Sam.
'Drive on, Sammy" said Mr.. Weller.
as follows; his father continuing to smoke with
mixed expression of wisdom aud complacency,
which was particularly edifying.
''Afore see you / thought all women was
alike.T
80 they are" observed the elder Mr. Weller,
parenthetically.
"'But now,' continued Sam, now find what
a reg'lar soft-headed, ink-red ous turnip must
ha' been, for there amt nobody like you, though
like you better than nothn at ALL | thought
it best TO make that rayther strong" said Sam,
looking up.
Mr.. Weller nodded approvingly, and Sam re-
sumed--
$50 take the privilege of the day, Mary,
my dear-as the gen'lem'n in difficulties did ven
he walked out of Sunday-to tell you that the
first and only time see you your likeness was
took on my hart in much quicker time and
brighter colors than ever likeness was taken
by the profeel macheen-wich p'r'haps you may
have heerd on, Mary, my dear-altho' it does
finish portrait and put the frame and glass on
complete, with hook at the end to hang it up
by, and all in two minutes and quarter"
II am afeered that werges on the poetical,
Sammy" said Mr.. Weller, dubiously.
'No it don't" replied Sam, reading on very
quickly, to avoid contesting the point.
Except of me Mary my dear as your walen-
tine and think over what I've said That's ali, Z"
said Sam.
"That's rayther sudden pull up, amt it,
Sammy ?" inquired Mr.. Weller.
mot bit on it," SAID Sam; ''shc'll wish there
wos more, and that's the great art O letter
writin'."
"Well," said Mr.. Weller, ''there's somethin'
in that and wish your mother-n-law I'D only
conduct her conversation on the same gen-teel
| principle. Amt you goin' to sign it?"
''That's the difficulty" said Sam; II don't
| know what to sign it,"
'Sign it--veller," said the Oldest surviving
proprietor of that name.
'Won do" said Sam ''Never sign n walen-
| tine with your own name"
"Sign it 'Pickvick, then," said Mr.. Weller;
''its a very good name, and easy one to spell.
'The very thing" said Sam. 81 could end
| with a verse; what do you Think"
81 don't like it, Sam" reoined Mr.. Weller
| 81 never know'd respectable coachman as
| wrote poetry, 'cept one as made an affectin
| copy O. verses the night afore he wos hung fol
highway robbery; and he wos only Cambervel
man, so even that's no rule"
But Sam was not to be dissuaded from thu
poetical idea that occurred to him, SO he signed
| the letter ..l ...
| ssYour love-sick
| Pickwiok"
And having folded it in very intricate manner
squeezed down-hill direction in one corner
''To Mary, House-maid at Mr.. Nupkins' Mayors
Ipswich, Suffolk" and put it into his pocket
wafered, and read for the General Post.