The Youth of Jefferson: Or, a Chronicle of College Scrapes at Williamsburg, in Virginia, A.D. 1764Cooke, John Esten
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The Youth of Jefferson: Or, a Chronicle of College Scrapes at Williamsburg, in Virginia, A.D. 1764
Cooke, John Esten
Jefferson, Thomas, 1743-1826 -- Fiction
"Joking, my dear fellow? Of course I was joking! Did you
think I really was in earnest when I said that I was so
handsome, and was engaged already, et cetera, and so forth,
as one of my friends used to say? I was jesting! For on my
sacred word of honor, I am not engaged to any one--and yet I
could not marry Lucy. I am wedded already--to my own ideas!
I am not my own master--and yet I have no mistress!
"But I ought not to be tiring you in this way. Why didn't
you ask me if I was joking at first? Of course I was! I was
laughing all the time and teasing you. It's enough to make
me die a-laughing to think we were going to murder each
other for joking. I was plaguing you! for I saw at once from
what you said that you were hopelessly in----well, well! I
won't tell your secrets.
"Yours truly,
"Charles HOFFLAND."
IX.
"Mr. HOFFLAND:
"I am very glad you were joking, and I am glad you have said
so with manly courtesy--though I am at a loss to understand
why you wished to 'tease' me. But I don't take offence, and
am sure the whole matter was a jest. I hope you will not
jest with me any more upon such a subject--I am very hasty;
and my experience has told me that most men that fall in
duels, are killed for this very jesting.
"As to what you say about my admiring Miss Mowbray, it is
true in some degree, and I am not offended. As far as my
part goes, we are as good friends as ever.
"Yours truly,
"J. DENIS."
X.
"Dear JACK:
"Your apology is perfectly satisfactory.--But I forgot! I
made the apology myself! Well, it's all the same, and I am
glad we haven't killed each other--for then, you know, we
would have been dead now.
"Come round this evening to my lodging--one corner from
Gloucester street, by the college, you know--and we'll empty
a jolly bottle, get up a game of ombre with Mowbray, and
make a night of it. Oh! I forgot!--my key has disappeared: I
don't see it any where, and so, to my great regret, your
visit must be deferred. What a pity!
"We shall meet this evening, when we shall embrace each
other--figuratively--and pledge everlasting friendship.
"Devotedly till death,
"Charles HOFFLAND."
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