The Arkansas Whig

A Bloomer after A Lover.—We saw a sight in this city of sights last Friday. It was a young lady possessing beautiful features. Her eyes glowed with intense brightness; her cheeks were flushed as the rose, and her lips bore the resemblance of red cherries freshly plucked from the trees. Her costume was of black velvet. She dressed à la Bloomer—only a little more so. Her pants came to the ankles, where they were buckled neatly around a pair of white stockings. She had a black mantle thrown over her shoulders and on top of her head sat a very becomingly a black beaver hat. Her hair was combed beautifully on each side of her forehead, and fell in ringlets over her shoulders. She is about 18 years of age, hails from Philadelphia, and is now on her way to New Orleans in search of a runaway lover.—Dayton Empire.