A MODERN COURTSHIP.

Evening Post, Volume XXII, Issue 26, 30 July 1881, Page 4

A MODERN COURTSHIP.

"And you really love me dearly?" he asked, as he coiled his arm round her wasplike system. '* And you'll always love so ?" " Always, Frederick ; ever so." " And >ou pledge me to sew but — " "Sir!" "You pledge me to so beautify my life that it will always be as happy as now? "With my last breath, Frederiok." " And, darling, you will mend my soo— ?" "Your what, Bir ?" " Yon will mend my social ways and draw me upwards and onwards to a better existence?" "It will be the pride of my love so to do, Frederick ; I will sacrifice all for your complete happiness." "I know that, sweetness. But suppose some accident should happen to— to — say the trou— ?" " You forget yourself, sir. To the what?" "To the trousseau; would it defer the hour which makes you mine ?" "Never, Frederick. I am yours, mind and heart, and naught can separate us." " But what I want to Bay is should my pant — " "Begone, sir. What do you mean ?" " Hear me, my life. I say if my panting bosom should grow cold in death, would your love still warm it?" "As the sun melts the iceberg, Frederiok, so would the raya of my affection thrill your heart aga'n." " And you will care for mo ever, my soul, and I for you, for though I may never have a shir — " " .Enough ! Leave me for ever." " But listen. Though I may never have a shirking disposition, I shall sometimes perhaps, in the struggle of life, forget the plain duty— " " And I'll remind you of it, Frederiok, in tender aotions, and make the duties of existence so pleasant of pevtormance that to avoid them would be pain." And so on. That's modern courtship. Lot of abstract swash, but a manifest disinclination to contemplate such conveniences as buttons, socks, trousers, and shirts.— Brooklyn Eagle.