The New Hampshire Gazette

The FINALE TO A COURTSHIP.—"Flora—ah!—oh! you can decide my fate—I am come, my Flora dearest Flora—I am come—ah! Flora—I am come to— to'— 'I see you, Malcolm, perfectly. You are To offer me your heart and hand, I suppose?' 'Yes,'— 'Well, what next?' 'Oh, Flora! I am come to— to'— 'key.' 'Plague take your self-possession!' exclaimed I, suddenly starting up from my knee, upon which I had fallen in an attitude that might have won the approval of even Madame de Stael; 'you make me ashamed of myself.' 'Proceed, sir,' said Flora.— 'Then—will you marry me?' 'Yes.' 'Will you give me a kiss?' 'You may take one.' I took the proffered kiss. 'Now, that is going to work rationally,' said Flora; 'when a thing's to be said, why may it not be said in two seconds, instead of stuttering and stammering two hours about it? Oh, how cordially I do hate all inanities!' exclaimed the merry maiden, clapping her hands energetically. 'Well, then,' said I, 'humbug apart, what day shall we fix for our marriage?'

"The Wife-Hunter, and Flora Douglass," by the Moriarty Family.