girl before we left the hotel.
But to return to Ada, she was all blushes, as crimson as a damask rose. You know she is hardly sixteen, and a most piquante little dark-eyed brunette, with full luscious lips constantly tempting you to kiss them, and sparkling blue-black eyes, full of the fires of an excessively ardent temperament.
âHow should I, Fred, but I know there is something dreadful to go through at first, but donât hurry your little Ada, for Iâm all in a tremble, now itâs so near the realization of all my dreams of love,â as she threw her arms round my neck, and kissed me in a more impassioned way than she had ever done before. âLet us sit down, and you smoke a cigar; donât you know sir, I ought to have retired to bed and got fairly between the sheets before you came into the room. I shall never be able to undress before you Fred. Ha! ha!! a fine joke, Iâll make you, sir, go into that cupboard, and will only let you out, when I am ready to jump into bed, and have put out the light.â
âThatâs a fine idea, darling,â I replied, âbut I will humour your excessive and whimsical modesty for this once, Ada, and shall trust to make myself so free of your person presently that all mock modesty will be banished between us in future. But first I mean to read you an account I have got of a wedding night, in poetry; it is a delicious bit, and will enlighten you as to what you have to expect, my dear. Will you sit on my lap?
This she did, and I proceeded to read:
The Brideâs Confession
Dear Bell, When we parted you begged me to write,
And inform you of all that occurred the first night,
When Frank and your Emma were joined hand in hand,
And allowed to perform all that love could command;
âBut what language can tell,â as the wise man has said,
âOf the wonderful ways of a man with a maid?â
Be assured they can only be properly known,
By a lecture in bed, with a swain of your own.
Notwithstanding, Iâll tell you as well as I can,
Of discoveries Iâve made in the secrets of man;
So that you and all curious damsels may learn
How the game may be played when it comes to your turn.
After breakfast was over, our carriage of four,
Well appointed and handsome, drove up to the door;
We started for Brighton exactly at noon,
To spend (as the phrase is) our sweet honeymoon;
Bright PhÅbus shone oâer us the whole of the way,
The captain was amorous, ardent, and gay â
So much so that, although in the carriage,
He began to indulge in the freedom of marriage â
And ventured so far that I felt in a fright,
For fear the wild rogue would have ravished me quite.
We reached our hotel, and found all things prepared,
Our apartments were handsome, well furnished, and aired;
And the dinner was served so stylish and neat,
That âtwas really a sin not to fall to and eat;
But the feast we expected a little time hence,
So engrossed every thought and extinguished each sense,
That inferior desires seemed extinguished and gone,
And our appetites solely centred in one.
Frank praised the champagne â I though it delicious,
He swore âtwas enough to make Vesta propitious;
And indeed he was right, for between you and me,
I neâer felt my spirits so jocund and free.
How the evening was passed âtis needless to write,
For I know youâll skip all till you read the word ânight!â
And are now on the tip-toe of high expectation,
To come to the pith of my taleâs consummation.
Well, attend, and Iâll now draw the curtain aside,
And disclose all the sports of the bridegroom and bride;
Relating the whole of that process bewitching,
By which girls are cured of a troublesome itching,
And men, though at first impetuous and rude,
Are at length, by weak woman, quite tamed and subdued;
You remember how often we longed to discover,
All the joys to be found in the arms of a lover;
But now