The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 1850-1873, 1873-01-31
GOING HOME WITH SALLY.

| "A Little Sketch of Other Days.
One bright moonlight winters nigh
in the days of GO lang syne," whe1
school-houses, cheap schoelmasters anG
blue beach-rods were the only instru
mentalities used for teaching the
"young idea how to shoot, we chanced
to attend spelling-school'' in a Ger
tain rural district, the geological rela
ton of which is not now necessary tc
mention. Twas there, however, where
our eyes first fell on a'' fairy form,
that Immediately set our susceptible
| heart in q blaze. She was sixteen OF
thereabout, with bright eyes, red cheeks
and cherry lips, while the auburn ring
/ let's clustered IN a wealth of profusion
around her, beautiful head; and he1
person, to our ravished imagination.
was more perfect in form and outline
! than the most faultless statue ever
chiseled by the sculptor's art As we
! gazed, our feelings, which never be-
| fore aspired girlward 1--WE were scarcely
eigheten), were fully aroused, and we
| determined to go home with her that
night or perish in the attempt. As soon,
therefore, as school was dismissed, and
our "lady-love" suitably bonneted and
cloaked, we approached to offer our
services as contemplated, and we then
learned an important lesson, viz the
difference between resolving and doing.
As we neared her to put our resolution
into execution, We seemed to be strscken
with a sudden blindness then red,
green and yellow lights flashed across
our vision, and appeared and disap-
peared like witches in phantasmagOria.
Our knees smote together like Bel
shaZzar S, and our heart thumped with
apparently as much force as if it were
driving tenpenny nails into our ribs I
We, in the meantime having reached
Sally's side, managed to humble over
something which is perhaps known to
the recording angel, but surely is not to
us, at the same time poking out our
elbow as nearly at right angles with
our breast as our physical contOrtion
could possibly permit a
The first feeling over, what was our
delight to find the object of our love
clinging to our arm with all the tenacity
a drowning man is said to clutch a
straw. Talk of Elysium, or sliding
down creased rainbows, or feeding on
flutes, what are such "phselings" in
comparison with those mighty ones that
swelled our bosom high unto bursting
off our waistcoat buttons? ? Our happi-
ness was simply ecstatic, and every young
lady or gentleman who has felt the
mighty thrObbings of a newly-pledged
love, will completely understand that
common word.
Well, we walked on pleasantly toward
Sally's home, conversing very costly
and sweetly as we passed along, until
so courageous did we become that we
actuallypropOsed' ''to go and sit awhile"
to which our dulcinea very graciously
assented. Alas for us how soon we
were to be reminded that "the course
of true love never did run smooth =
Sally had a brother of some ten
summers, who accompanied us along the
way, and who was in wonderful high
spirits at the idea of his sisters having
Il beau and he would circulate around
us, every now and then, giggling
in the hight of his glee and examining us
as closely as if Sally and ourself was
the world-renowned Siamese twins,
and he was taking his first look. Bill,
by the way, was a stubbed chuckle-
headed boy, whose habiliments would
have made the fortune of an ordinary
dealer III mop rags.
At length we arrived at the bars, and
while we were letting them down, Bill
shot past US and tore for the house, as if
pursued by thousand bulls of Bashan
He flung open the door with a bang.
and shonted at the top of his voice:
"Mother, mother! Jim Clark is
comm home with Sail
els he?" screamed the old woman
in reply. "Wall, I declare I didn't
think the saphead knew enough
Reader, we didn't go in.