A ROMANCE.

Globe, Volume XXII, Issue 1839, 14 January 1880, Page 2

A ROMANCE.

He was young, he was fair, and he parted his hair, like the average beau, in the middle; he was proud, he was bold—but the truth must be told—he played like a fiend on the fiddle.

Barring this vice, he was everything nice, and his heart was so loving and tender, that he always turned pale when he trod on the tail of the cat lying down by the fender. He clerked in a store, and the way that he tore off calico, jeans and brown "sheeting, would have tickled a calf, and made the brute laugh in the face of a quarterly meeting. He cut qnite a dash with a darling moustache, which he learned to adore and cherish; for one girl had Baid, while she dropped her proud head, that 'twould kill her to see the thing perish. On Sundays he'd search the straight road to the church, unheeding the voice of the scorner; and demurely be sat, like a young tabby cat, wiih the saints, in the amen corner.

He saDg like a bird, and his sweet voice was heard fairly tugging away at long meter; and we speak but the truth, when we say that this youth could ontsing a hungry mosquito. Bhe was young, she was fair, and she scrambled her hair like the average belle of the city; she was proud but not bold—yet the truth must be told—the way she chawed wax was a pity. Barring this vice, she was everything nice, and the world admired her bustle; and the Evanston boys, being calmed by the noise, walked mileß to hear it rustle.

She cut qnite a swell, did this wax chawing belle, and men flocked in crowds to meet her; but she gave them the shirk, for she loved the young clerk, who sang like a hungry mosquito. 60 she hemmed ar.d she hawed, and she sighed and she chawed, till her heart and her jaws were broken; then she walked by his store, where she stood at the door awaiting some loving token. She raised up her eyes with a mock surprise, and tried to enact the scorner; but to tell the trnth, she grinned at the youth who loved the amen corner.

.... They met—alaa f what c&me to pass wae sweet, and brief, and precious; they wooed, they cooed, he talked, see chewed—oh 1 how he loved ! Good gracious I They had to part, he 'rose to start; her grief cannot be painted; these are the facts ; she swallowed her wax, then screamed, then choked, then fainted. Her pa appeared; her bean qnite scared, rushed out to get some water ; the watch dog spied his tender hide, and bit him where he " oughter." The tale is sad, the sequel stern—so thinks the youth this bitten. He sings no more, as oft of yore—he gave the girl the mitten. Bhe pined apace, her pretty face looked slender and dejected; her father kind, but somewhat blind, beheld her and reflected. His income tax he spent for wax—she smiled, and called him clever. She went to work, forgot the clerk, and chawed in bliss for ever.