BREACH OF PROMISE.

Tuapeka Times, Volume XVIII, Issue 1182, 23 September 1885, Page 4

BREACH OF PROMISE.

One of the most delightful experiences in uature (says an English paper) must be that of an ardent "vetrified" lover, who, having been sued for breach of promise of marriage, heara his epistles, written in unguarded moments, read out in a Court of Justice, with all the little decorations, comments, and trimmings an experienced and hard-hearted counsel likes to apply to them. A very pretty budget of letters was read in the Middlesex Sheriff's Court on Thursday; June 25th. The writer of these letters was a certain Mr Tobit, and the receiver of them a Miss Moody. The letters seemed to have a particularly good flavor when read by the very clever counsel who conducted th 9 case for the plaintiff. The fickle loyer in this instance seems to have forsaken the beaten track, and to have wandered into fresh fields and pastures new for his terms of endearment. Thus it came to pass that he called the sweet girl, when love was hot upon him, his " loveliest, sweetest Polly," his " Dear, dear, old pet," and his " Honeysuckle Mary." In one of his letters, written from Eastbourne [and we can picture him sitting upon the sea-wall opposite the Royal Marine Hotel") :— " Oh, dearest, instead of being as you are now, in cold, foggy, unsympathetic London, I would to Heaven and Cupid that you were by my side promenading the Parade at Eastbourne — would we not make the very dogs envious and jealous ?" Poor fellow ; he mußt have bsen very far gone when he wrote like that. As a fact, it is difficult to make an Eastbourne dog jealous. The canine tribes there are used to that sort of thing. They simply exclaim in dog Latin to each other : * f There's another pair — like our fish all kippers." Then they wink, give a alight wag of the tail, and go on rat-hunting. Later on, this love-sick lover wrote : "Oh, how lonesome 1 feel on those black Sussex hills without you by my side, to cheer, to solace, and to comfort me. It is only in the quiet retirement of my bedroom, when all is still, and Nature ia in Bweet repoae, that I can read and enjoy your cheering and loving letters." Unhappily, he will now, in the Bweet seclusion of his bedroom, have an opportunity of reflecting upon the fact that he has £200 damages to pay. Of course this is a very high price for breathing a few tender sentiments, but lovers who intimate their intention of making the doga jealous should remain faithful.