The Wichita Daily Eagle

I'll and Ye'll.

From the Detroit Free Press.

About the year 1847, when Detroit didna ken whither to fa' into a decline, or advance to her present satisfactory condition, there resided in it Duncan Macgowan. I have been at some pains to trace his pedigree, and find that by the fourth generation he was descended from John Macgowan, the author of a somewhat rare book entitled "The Dialogue of Devils" Duncan was a young man who had drank deeply at the Calvinistic fountain. He came to the conclusion that it was ordained that his head should wag in the pulpit. To further this object he proceeded to London, C. W., to attend school and get his head stuffed with the unknowable. While there he was struck with the pangs of love by a young lady, who possessed good sense and a cultivated understanding. Duncan proposed to her and he said: "I'll be all the world to thee." She said: "A young farmer has been paying me marked attention, and your proposal places me in an embarrassing position." Some days after the confab the farmer called upon the lady and she told him that Duncan had said "that he would be all the world to her." Whereupon the young farmer struck his fist upon the table and with rapture exclaimed: "Ye'll be all the world to me." The farmer won, and Duncan, Was sad as it stanz with a nettle And a mad as a dog that is tied to a kettle.