Oberlin is a grate plase.  The College opens with a prayer and then the New York Tribune is read.  A kolleckshun is then taken up to buy overkoats with red horn buttons onto them for the indignant cullured people of Kanady.  I have to contribit librally two the glowrius work, as they kawl it hear.  I'm kompelled by the Fackulty to reserve front seets in my show for the cullered peple.  At the Boardin House the cullered peple sit at the first table.  What they leeve is maid into hash for the white peple.  As I don't like the idee of eatin my vittles with Ethiopians, I sit at the seckind table, and the konsequence is I've devowered so much hash that my inards is in a hily mixt up condishun.  Fish bones hav maid their appearance all over my boddy and pertater peelins air a springin up through my hair.  Howsever I don't mind it.  I'm gittin along well in a pecunery pint of view.  The College has konfired upon me the honery title of T.K., of which I'm suffishuntly prowd. ____________________ THE SHOWMAN'S COURTSHIP. Thare was many affectin ties which made me hanker arter Betsy Jane.  Her father's farm jined our'n; their cows and our'n squencht their thurst at the same spring; our old mares both had stars in their forreds; the measles broke out in both famerlies at nearly the same period; our parients (Betsy's and mine) slept reglarly every Sunday in the same meetin house, and the nabers used to obsarve, "How thick the Wards and Peasleys air!"  It was a surblime site, in the Spring of the year, to see our sevral mothers (Betsy's and mine) with their gowns pin'd up so thay couldn't sile 'em, affecshuntly Bilin sope together & aboozin the nabers. Altho I hankerd intensly arter the objeck of my affecshuns, I darsunt tell her of the fires which was rajin in my manly Buzzum.  I'd try to do it but my tung would kerwollup up agin the roof of my mowth & stick thar, like deth to a deseast Afrikan or a country postmaster to his offiss, while my hart whanged agin my ribs like a old fashioned wheat Flale agin a barn floor. 'Twas a carm still nite in Joon.  All nater was husht and nary a zeffer disturbed the sereen silens.  I sot with Betsy Jane on the fense of her farther's pastur.  We'd bin rompin threw the woods, kullin flours & drivin the woodchuck from his Nativ Lair (so to speak) with long sticks.  Wall, we sot thar on the fense, a swingin our feet two and fro, blushin as red as the Baldinsville skool house when it was fust painted, and lookin very simple, I make no doubt.  My left arm was ockepied in ballunsin myself on the fense, while my rite was woundid luvinly round her waste. I cleared my throat and tremblin sed, "Betsy, you're a Gazelle." I thought that air was putty fine.  I waitid to see what effeck it would hav upon her.  It evidently didn't fetch her, for she up and sed, "You're a sheep!" Sez I, "Betsy, I think very muchly of you." "I don't b'leeve a word you say--so there now cum!" with which obsarvashun she hitched away from me.