“A young gentleman and a young lady a-kissing of each other in the railway coach,” says Hannah, jerking up with her finger to the ceiling, as much as to say, “There she is! Lar, she be a pretty young creature, that she be! and so I told Miss Martha.” Thus differently had the news which had come to them on the previous night affected the old lady and her maid. The news was that Miss Newcome’s maid (a giddy thing from the country, who had not even learned as yet to hold her tongue) had announced with giggling delight to Lady Ann’s maid that Mr. Clive had given Miss Ethel a kiss in the tunnel, and she supposed it was a match. Clive, we are told, did not know whether to laugh or to be in a rage over this report. He evidently felt called upon, however, to swear that he was as innocent of all intention of kissing Miss Ethel as of embracing Queen Elizabeth. AN AMOROUS WESTERN YOUTH. A young Montana chap upon stepping aboard of a sleeping-car thus addressed the conductor: “See here, captain, I want one of your best bunks for this young woman, and one for myself individually. _One_ will do for us when we get to the Bluff,—hey, Mariar?” (Here he gave a playful poke at “Mariar,” to which she replied, “Now, John, quit.”) “For, you see, we’re goin’ to git married at Mariar’s uncle’s. We might ’a bin married at Montanny, but we took a habit to wait till we got to the Bluff, bein’ Mariar’s uncle is a minister, and they charge a goshfired price for hitchin’ folks at Montanny.” “Mariar” was assigned to one of the best “bunks.” During a stoppage of the train at a station, the voice of John was heard in pleading accents, unconscious that the train had stopped, and that his tones could be heard throughout the car: “Now, Mariar, you might give a feller jes one.” “John, you quit, or I’ll git out right here, and hoof it back to Montanny in the snow-storm.” “Only one little kiss, Mariar, and I hope to die if I don’t——” “John——!” At this moment an old gray-beard poked his head out of his berth, at the other end of the car, and cried out, “Maria, for pity’s sake, _give_ John one kiss, so that we can go to sleep sometime to-night!” Thereupon John subsided, and retired to his berth to dream of the distinction between the hesitancy of the kiss of courtship and the freedom of the kiss connubial. LOVE IN A STREET-CAR. A Baltimore writer narrates the following amusing incident: