Just think of a young gal who thinks that ef she looks at her beau when her mother's by, she might kill her invalooable parient of heart-disease.

Fer my part, I don't take no stock in Mrs.Abby Anderson's dyin' of heart-disease, no ways.

Might as well talk about a whale dyin' of footrot." "Well, Jonas, what counsel do you give our young friend?
Your sagacity is to be depended on." "Why, I advise him to speak face to face with the angel of his life.

Let him climb into my room to-night.

Leave meetin' jest afore the benediction--he kin do without that wunst--and go double-quick acrost the fields, and git safe into my stoodio.