PRETTY TALK.
<t>— [from THE NEW yorac LEDGER.] “My dearest Fidncia,” he said, as thwy stood beneath the door-stone tree , in ,a flood of.moonlight. “ I have longcd-t oh, so longed—lor this blissful opportunity ; and even now I hardly dare to speak the swelling thoughts that straggle up for utterance. Not in the blistering glare of the noonday sun would I whisper to thee of the sweet love that has tinged my whole being with a celestial brightness, but in this soft, silvery sheen of the constant moon would I syllable forth the ecstatic song of Eros. Oh ! cau’st thou realise how like the radiance of heaven thy beauty beams upon me? And shall not the blessed boon bo always mine ? Wilt thou not henceforth, for all coming time, give me the right to shield thee from the rough contact and chilling blasts of an unfeeling world ? 0! if thy smiles could be mine while life should last, they would shed—they would shed—a—a—Ah ! dearest, they would shod—” AVhilo he hesitated and stumbled for a word Piducia eagerly whispered : “Never mind the wood-shed, Augustus, but go right on with your pretty talk.”
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Patea Mail, Volume II, Issue 195, 21 February 1877, Page 2
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