cold, and that her glowing charms inspired little admiration in her lawful companion. She should have married a very different man.
Burr detected the young creature in casting several glances at his person, and some of those glances were so directed as to give pretty sure evidence that his sex was not the least circumstance which recommended him to her protection and sympathy.
Burr commenced a conversation, and spoke alike with eyes and tongue. The result was, that before he had been in the house an hour, the amorous young woman was enjoying inexpressible transports, such as she had never before imagined. In her ecstacy, she overset a chair, which, in its turn, knocked down a Dutch oven, that came rattling upon the stone hearth.
The noise aroused the husband, who cried:
"Come, my dear, do tell me if you are going to set up all night?"
The entranced creature did not reply, in the hope that he would fall asleep again; but he immediately called out again:
"Sally! Sally! have you got asleep?"
"No-o-o!" cried she, wriggling with intense pleasure in the arms of Burr. "No-no-o! I am no-no-not aslee-slee-aslee-ee-eep. Not aslee-slee-oh! oh! slee-eep."
"Why don't you come to bed?" demanded he, aloud.
"Yes-yes-I'm com-um-um-um-ing-ing com-ing-ing-ing."
"What's the matter with you?" cried the man, now fairly awake.
"The cat has bit my finger, and it hurts so-o-o-o!"
"It sounds as if you were going into a fit," cried he; "like the highsterics!"
"Oh, yes, it fee-fee-ee-eels so-o-o-o!"
Just as the husband bounded out of bed, the young woman had experienced the final keen agony of joy, and by the time the good man had put on his breeches, and began to descend the stairs, she had sufficently sufficiently recovered her senses to cry—"Scat! scat! scat!" and to chase Burr with the broom, who, imitating the squall of a cat, ran to the front door, which the young woman opened hastily, and Burr darted into the street.
When Mrs. G— returned to the room, her husband was there.
"Now," said he, "don't let that cat ever come into the house again: if you do, I will tie a brick to her neck, and sink her in the river. Mark my words. But let us see where she bit you?"
"Oh! it was nothing—only I felt vexed at first."
"No, you don't speak the truth, for you are writhing and twisting your stern one way and another as if you felt dreadfully, just as one does when they can't stand still for the pain they are suffering."
"Well, well, look at it then," cried she, having bitten her finger slightly, just so as to start the blood.
