Morning Herald

Female Correspondence.—What a pity it is our correspondent Margaret (whose communication is subjoined,) was not alive a hundred years ago when the kissing dances were in fashion. The gentlemen were obliged to dance up to their fair partners, and dwell upon their lips for almost a minute, or they would be too quick for the music and dance out of tune. Margaret would have been quite au fait at this figure; but, she need not despair; let her procure some lip salve, get rid of the unsightly inconvenience she complains of, smile complacently, and make herself generally agreeable—this recipe will soon set all to rights, and she will be enabled by experience to write a supplement to the Basia of Joannes Secundus, the Dutchman, and Bonnefons the Frenchman, who have written so gracefully on the subject.

Dear Mr. Bennett:-

In consequence of the cold weather my lips have become very much chapped. I have made several inquiries for remedies to cure them, and have found all to no effect; but there is one remedy yet untried and that is to kiss a person who has never been kissed before. As I am a stranger in these parts, and have but few acquaintances here, it is extremely difficult to find such a character. I have therefore been compelled to resort to this method. Dear sir, for pity sake, do not let this be numbered with those letters that you are compelled to lay aside daily unanswered, as I am a tender plant of the earth and am not at all calculated to withstand the extreme cold of a northern winter. I am, Dear Sir, ever yours,

Respectfully,

MARGARET.