Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1873-02-06
Publisher and PropLielo,
GOING HOME WITH SALLY.
A Liitre sketch of other Days.

One bright moonlight winters night
in the days Of " lang syne, when school
houses, cheap schoolmasters and blue
beach-rods were the only instrumentali-
ties used for teaching the young idea
how to shoot" we chanced to attend a
"spelling.school" in certain rural
district, the geological relations OF
which is not necessary to MENTION
Twas there, however, where our eyes
first fell upon fairy form, that i'm
mediately set our susceptible heart in a
blaze. She was sixteen or thereabout,
with bright eyes, red cheeks and cherry
Inns. while the auburn ringlets clustered
in a wealth of profusion around her
beautiful head; and her person, to
our ravished imagination, was more
perfect in form and outline, than
the most faultless statue ever chlseled
by the sculptor's art. As we gazed,
our feelings, which had never before
aspired girlward 1--WE were scarcely
eighteen), were fully aroused, and we
determined to 90 home with her that
night or perish in the attempt. AS soon,
therefore, as school was dismissed, and
our "la1y-love suitably bonneted and
cloaked, we approached to offer our ser
vices as contemplated, and we then
learned an important lesson, W.: the
difference between resolving and doing.
AS we neared her to put our resolution
into execution, we seemed to be stricken
with sudden blindness; then red, green
and yellow lights flashed across our Wis
ion, and appeared and disappeared like
witches in phantasmagoria. Our knees
smote together like Belshazzars, s, and our
heart thgmped with apparently as much
force as If il were driving tenpenny nails
into our ribsl We, in the meantime
having reached Sally 8 side, managed to
humble over something WHICH is per-
hans 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.
The first feeling over, what was our
delight to find the object OF our love
clinging to our arm with all the tenaolty
drowning man is said to clutch straw;
Talk of Elysium, or sliding down creased
rainbows, or feeding on flutes, what are
snoh pheelings in comparison with
those mighty ones that swelled our bosom
ni0h unto bursting off our waistcoat but
tors? Our happiness was simply &C.
static and every young lady or gentle
man who has felt the mighty throbbings
Of q newly-pi6dged love, will completely
understand that conmon wora;
Well, we walked on pleasantly toward
Sally's home, conversing very costly and
1weetly as we passed along, until SC
oo,raseous did we become that we
oon ootna ily proposed to go and sit awhile,
70 which our dulcinea very graelously
sssented oo Alas for usl how soon we
were 10 he reminded that the course
Of trne love never did ran smooth
sally had a brother of some ten sum
mers. who accompanied us along tht
wav and who was in wonderful mgr
shirts at the idea of his sisters having
q beau. and he would circulate around
ms every new and then, giggling in the
HIGHT of his glee and examining us a'
closely as if Sally and ourself was th'
syosIJ 'renowned Siamese twins, and ht
vas saking his first look. Bill BY the
~ was 4 stubbed, chuckle-headed boy,
" W .s babilims:.ts would have made the
VIII Of an ordiaary dealer in MOI
rags. =. arrival at tie bars, anC
al iensm ne letting then down, Pli
WINE w. We nS =" an d tore for the hOgse as
snOe pa9Ih "a hT T a tho usand bulls OF BasESu
Pqrsneu al " ,an the door with bang, anc
ne nuns VPS- -, 81 his voice:
SnSqSeS Mother "s m motherl jim Clark is comm
home with Sallr IA woman II
ais be9p screamed the ole wolnan s.,. ..L;n II i
ranlv wall, ! declared dldn 'hini
ne saphead knew enough.
Reader, we didn't go in.