The literature of kissing : $b gleaned from history, poetry, fiction, and anecdoteBombaugh, Charles C. (Charles Carroll)
History
The literature of kissing : $b gleaned from history, poetry, fiction, and anecdote
Bombaugh, Charles C. (Charles Carroll)
Kissing
“Janet, my woman,” said he, “we’ve known each other a long time,
an’—an’—I’ve never got a kiss yet. D’ye, think I may take one, my bonnie
lass?”
“Well, Mr. Brown,” replied she, arching her lips in a tempting way, “jist
as ye like; only be becomin’ and proper wi’ it.”
“Let us ask a blessing first,” said the good man, closing his eyes and
folding his hands. “For what we are about to receive, the Lord make us
thankful.”
The chaste salute was then given and warmly returned.
“Oh, Janet, that _was_ good!” cried the dominie, electrified by the new
sensation. “Let us have another, and then return thanks.”
Janet did not refuse, and when the operation had been repeated, the
enraptured dominie ejaculated, in a transport of joy, “For the creature
comforts which we have now enjoyed, the Lord be praised, and may they be
sanctified to our temporal and eternal good!”
History says that the fervent petition of the honest dominie was duly
answered; for in less than a month Janet became Mrs. Brown.
A CLERGYMAN’S JOKE.
A gentleman who was travelling in the West a few years ago relates this
amusing incident:
I was spending the night in a hotel in Freeport, Illinois. After
breakfast I came into the sitting-room, where I met a pleasant, chatty,
good-humored traveller, who, like myself, was waiting for the morning
train from Galena. We conversed freely and pleasantly on several topics,
until, seeing two young ladies meet and kiss each other in the street,
the conversation turned on _kissing_, just about the time the train was
approaching.
“Come,” said he, taking up his carpet-bag, “since we are on so sweet a
subject, let us have a practical application. I’ll make a proposition to
you. I’ll agree to kiss the most beautiful lady in the cars from Galena,
you being the judge, if you will kiss the next prettiest, I being the
judge.”
The proposition staggered me a little, and I could hardly tell whether he
was in earnest or in fun; but, as he would be as deep in it as I could
possibly be, I agreed, provided he would do the first kissing, though my
heart failed somewhat as I saw his black eye fairly sparkle with daring.
“Yes,” said he, “I’ll try it first. You take the back car, and go in from
the front end, where you can see the faces of the ladies, and you stand
by the one you think the handsomest, and I’ll come in from behind and
kiss her.”
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