A MODERN COURTSHIP.

Globe, Volume XXIII, Issue 2309, 29 August 1881, Page 4

A MODERN COURTSHIP.

“ And jou really lore me dearlj! ” he asked as he coiled his arm around her wasp like system. “ And you’ll always love me so ?” “ Always Frederick, ever so.” “ And you pledge me to sew, but —” “Sir!” "You pledge me to so beautify my lie that it will always be as happy as now ?” “ With my last breath, Frederick.” “ And darling, you will mend my see —” “Your what, sir?” “ You will mend my social ways and draw me upward and onwari 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! xo the what ? ” “To the trousseau; would it defer the hour which makes you mine ? ” ‘‘Never Frederick. lam yours, mind and heart, and naught can separate us.” “ But what I want to say is, that should my pant—” “ Begone, sir, what do you mean P ” “ 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, Frederick, so would the rays of my affection thrill your heart again.” “ And you will care for mo ever, my soul, and I for you, for though I may never have a shir—” “ Enough. Leave mo 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 Frederick, in tender actions, and make the duties of existence so pleasant of performance that to avoid them will be pain.” And soon. That’s modern courtship. Lots of abstract swash, but a manifest disinclination to contemplate such conveniences as buttons, socks, trousers, and shirts.—“ Brooklyn Eagle.”