THE ART OF KISSING.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume I, Issue 70, 16 July 1873, Page 3

THE ART OF KISSING.

People will kiss, yet/not one in a hundred know how to extract bliss from lovely lips, any more than they know how to make diamonds from charcoal. And yet it is easy, at least to us. First know whom you are going to kiss. Don’t make a mistake, although a mistake may be good. Don’t jump like a trout for a fly, and smack a good woman on the neck, on the ear, on the corner of her forehead, on the end of her nose, or knock off her waterfall. The gentleman should be a little the taller. He should have a clean face, a kind eye, and mouth full of expression. Don’t kiss everybody. Don’t sit down to it; stand up. Need not be anxious about getting in a crowd. Two persons are plenty to corner, and catch a kiss: more persons would spoil the sport. Take the left hand of the lady in your right; let your hat go to—any place out of the way ; throw the left hand gently over the shoulder of the lady, and let it fall down the right side, towards the belt. Don’t be in a hurry ; draw her gently, lovingly to your heart. Her head will fall lightly on your shoulder, — and a handsome shoulder strap it makes. Don’t be in a hurry; send a little life down your left arm. Her left hand is in your right: let there be an impression to that, and not like the grip of a vice, but a gentle clasp, full of electricity, thought, and respect. Don’t be in a hurry. Her head lies carelessly on your shoulder. You are nearly heart to heart. Look down into her half closed eyes. Gently, yet manfully press her to your bosom. Stand firm. Be brave, but don’t be in a hurry. Iler lips are almost open. Lean slightly forward with your head, not your body. Take good aim ; the lips meet; the eyes close ; the heart opens; the soul rides the storms, troubles, and sorrows of life (don’t be in a hurry) ; Heaven opens before you ; the world shoots under your feet, as a meteor flashes across the evening sky (don’t be afraid) ; the nerves dance before the just-erected altar of love, as zephyrs dance with the dewtrimmed flowers ; the heart forgets its bitterness and the art of kissing is learned. Nn fuss, no noise, no fluttering. Kisdng don’t hurt; it don’t reais ire a brass band to make it legal. — Piesse Sf Lubin.