The Austin weekly statesman. (Austin, Tex.) 1883-1898, 1892-11-24

forfeit paid; sometimes as proxy sent
which pleases least-at least I've
heard folks say tits spoilt that way
this thing that turns my-your hea-
peoples heads.
OF the rules for kissing which he
next gave, the one of greatest and
overshadowing interest is of course,
how should you kiss
Your girl? Ah who needs here advice
In East or West in North or South?
o lover whether once or thrice,
Kiss her right square upon the mouth!
Just needing young man. one word more,
And she will thank me this to say
Don't pounce upon her like bird
Afraid the prey may get away.
Put one hand just beneath the chin,
Behind her head the other place;
Slow tip her head back, looking in
Her half shut eyes and bonny face.
Now gently-drawing very near
With her nose east and your nose west,
And then-perchance you'll kiss her ear
That's one way; you may learn the rest
The pathetic story which Prof.
Hamberlin next told was that OF
mother who once thought to punish
her tiny girl by refusing her a good
night kiss, the child begged for it,
she cried to herself when the mother
left her for the night, and a fever
sprang up which ragged within her till
her frail life was spent. Every per-
son in the audience was moved, 1t is
"a thing so delicate and touching;
aye, so mellowing to the heart"
The next phase OF the eternal phe-
nomena of OSCILLATION that the lecturer
spoke of was that "time in youth
when he become just him and her
to other 'her' and him. when each
life bounds it's woes and joys by hours
spent with or from the other" From
the lighter views of speech in which
moon rhymes with June and love
with dove, he came to passionate of
one who loved maiden, thinking
she loved him alone, and finding that
her lips were kissed by the whole
wide town, the fair pillow of his faith
in all womankind was broken, never
to be rebuilt.
The strong winged hippogrif next
scared with him to the emperor's
ntainbleau-where sits Ma
poleon and josephine, and as he
kisses her he swears, like the Arab
swears:
It'll stars grow old, till sun grows cold,
Till Gods own Judgment books unfold-so
long shall remember this.
But the eagle of ambition overcame
the Paphian dove and Josephine was
left alone and fearful.
Twas sudden change to the story
of the unfortunate dude who tried to
kiss girl behind the door. His mis-
fortunes had he kept silent:
"The dude is dead, the girl is We'd and so
ween it is no matter now"
Sweeping from extreme to other ex-
treme of the diapason of feeling the lee
turer next portrayed the fearful Ju-
das kiss, the kiss of hypocrite.
He then assumed the role of rife
and settled bachelor, INDUCING in
"reminiscences of
''The kisses of youth-God love it
Kisses my manhood has envied
Kisses my old age will covet"
The train of Rosas, Carries, Bessies,
Willies and Mabels, "blondes and
of all Sizes" was long
one, and the musing bachelor thinks
But from Rosa to Lilith, all wedded,-
Some dead. some widows, some mothers,
And am forgotten, most likely
By the girls who married-others
And here in the winter freight
A bachelor frigid and lonely,
sit dreaming aud kissing my pipestem,
Kissing my pipestem-that onlyp'
A mother is lulling her baby to
sleep across the way from the lonely
homeless bachelor, and he hears her
voice as the soft, sweet words float
like Sleeps own down-fringed pinions
Oh the air. Prof. Hamberlin's render
ing of this lullaby was truly wonder
full. His voice was ike silver bell,
ringing family and far away, swell
ing on the breeze and filling with it.
The lecturer said, in his closing
words: sometimes a strain of music,
careless hummed, will swing the
memory back to better days" So, it
may he, those who heard Prof. Ham
berlin the other night will think an
other time of him, while those who
didn't will make a good resolve to
miss no more occasions.