A beautiful young girl has just sent us a basket of fruit, the very sight of which, she thinks, must make us smack our lips. We thank her, and would greatly prefer smacking hers. * * * * * A kiss on the forehead denotes respect and admiration; on the cheek, friendship; on the lips, love. The young men of our acquaintance have not much “respect” for young ladies. * * * * * According to the New York “Express,” nine thousand ladies of that city shook hands with Mr. Clay, and kissed him, or were kissed by him, in the brief space of two hours. This was just seventy-five kisses to the minute, or considerably more than one to the second. We are not altogether sure that Mr. Clay, instead of kissing nine thousand girls in two hours, would not have preferred to select the prettiest one of the whole number and kiss _her_ two hours. * * * * * If you doubt whether to kiss a pretty girl or not, give her the benefit of the doubt. * * * * * A young lady says that males are of no account from the time the ladies stop kissing them as infants till they commence kissing them as lovers. * * * * * We are never satisfied that a lady understands a kiss unless we have it from her own mouth. * * * * * A young lady’s first-love kiss has the same effect on her as being electrified. It’s a great shock, but it’s soon over. * * * * * A young physician asking permission of a lass to kiss her, she replied, “No, sir; I never like a doctor’s bill stuck in my face.” [Illustration] MISCELLANEOUS ASPECTS AND RELATIONS. QUALITATIVE ANALYSIS. Kissing is not to be talked about; one practical demonstration is worth a thousand prosaic descriptions. The emotions of anger, fear, doubt, hope, and joy have been appropriately described; but no one has done justice to a warm, loving kiss. Among the attempts which have been made is one by a young lady still in the dreamy regions of girlhood. She sings,— “Let thy arms twine Around me like a zone of love, And thy fond lip, so soft, To mine be passionately pressed, As it has been so oft.” This is cold enough, surely. Here is something better; the heart has made advances and speaks from experience: “Sweetest love, Place thy dear arm beneath my drooping head, And let me lowly nestle in thy heart; Then turn those soul-lit orbs on me, and press My panting lips, to taste the ecstasy Imparted by each long and lingering kiss.” Alexander Smith seems to have been electrified by a kiss; one made him feel as if he were “walking on thrones,”—a figure quite as remarkable as the old deacon’s, who, upon taking too much apple-brandy, likened his sensations to being on top of a meeting-house and having every shingle turned into a Jew’s-harp. But let us hear Alexander: