JONATHAN SLICK. * * * * * LETTER XIX. JONATHAN SLICK AND FANNY ELSSLER. A live Yankee and the Parisian Danseuse--Fanny sends her Card and Jonathan makes a call--Down East Yankee and French-English rather hard to be understood--Jonathan quite killed off by Fanny's Curchies and Dimples--A little sort of a Flirtation--An Invitation to see Fanny in Nathalie, which is accepted. DEAR PAR: I swow, I thought I should a choked, my heart riz so when I see that I'd got to go in alone, and when I took hold of the chunk of brass that opens the door, I felt the blood a biling up into my face like hot sap in a sugar kettle. I kinder half opened the door, and then I kinder shut it agin; arter ketching a good long breath I give the door a rap, and begun to pull up my dicky sort of careless to let 'em know I wasn't scared nor nothing, and then I rapped agin. Gracious! before I took my fist away, the door opened softly as if it slid on ile, and there stood a woman sort of harnsome and sort a not, with a leetle cap chuck full of posies stuck on the back of her head, a looking me right in the face as cosey as if she'd been acquainted with me when I was a nussing baby. I put my foot out to give her my primest bow, but think sez I, mebby it aint Miss Elssler arter all; she looks too much like an old maid for that; so I gin my foot a jerk in and my hand a genteel flurish towards her, and sez I-- "How do you du marm?" She looked at me sort of funny, and her mouth begun to pucker itself up, but sez she, "How do you du?" a biting off the words as short as pie crust. "Purty well, I'm obliged to you," sez I, "Miss Elssler aint to hum, is she?"