James Woodford; Carpenter and Chartist Volume 1 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 edition. Excerpt: ...seems to get burnt out of us. I suppose it's true what I heard a parson once say, that even Heaven would not be Heaven to those who aren't ready for it. Somebody says, " Call no man happy till he's dead;" and I say, " Call no love perfect till you're parted." It should be mentioned here that when Mr. Haughton was returning through the pleasant lanes of Broadfield, discomfited and humiliated, to the " Three Blackbirds," in search of his horse, he suddenly spied a straw hat with pink ribbons ahead of him, with a light, dainty, girlish figure under it tripping jauntily along. Quickening his pace, he overtook the damsel, and of course entered into cheerful conversation with her by way of consolation for his recent disappointment. Kitty Barber (the little "Puss-in-boots" of our earlier days) was equally, of course, quite ready for a little flirtation with a handsome young gentleman, with such affable manners and beautiful riding-whip and spurs on his heels. The intimacy grew apace, and the bright Oxford gentleman did not reach the " Three Blackbirds" as soon as he had expected; but when he did it was not in a proud or happy frame of mind. Kitty liked a little flirtation well enough, but was not at present disposed for a more serious. attachment. Foolish girl. She had always loved Davie Roberts since they were schoolfellows, and was only too well aware that he and her handsome rival, Maggie Thatcher, had fallen out so thoroughly that she cherished desperate, not to say passionate expectations of seeing him, after all, a suitor for her own hand. So after a due amount of playful compliment and rustic banter, Kitty wished the owner of the riding-whip and spurs good evening at the corner of a lane, and...