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Charlemont; Or, the Pride of the Village. a Tale of Kentucky by William Gilmore Simms
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will in time."

"In time, perhaps, I may. It is well that you do not insist upon
any hurried convictions. Were I at your years uncle mine," continued
the other irreverently, "I should no doubt see with your eyes, and
possibly feel with your desires. Then, no doubt, I shall acquire
a taste for warmingpans and nightcaps--shall look for landscapes
rather than lands--shall see nothing but innocence among the young,
and resignation and religion among the old; and fancy, in every
aged pair of bumpkins that I see, a Darby and Joan, with perpetual
peace at their fireside, though they may both happen to lie there
drunk on apple-brandy. Between caudle-cups and 'John Anderson,
my Jo-John,' it is my hope to pass the evening of my days with a
tolerable grace, and leave behind me some comely representatives,
who shall take up the burden of the ditty where I leave off.
On this head be sure you shall have no cause to complain of me. I
shall be no Malthusian, as you certainly have shown yourself. It
is the strangest thing to me, uncle, that, with all your SPOKEN
rapture for the sex, you should never have thought of securing for
yourself at least one among the crowd which you so indiscriminately
admire. Surely, a gentleman of your personal attractions--attractions
which seem resolute to cling to you to the last--could not have found
much difficulty in procuring the damsel he desired! And when, too,
your enthusiasm for the sex is known, one would think it only
necessary that you should fling your handkerchief, to have it
greedily grappled by the fairest of the herd. How is it, uncle--how
have you escaped from them--from yourself?"

"Pshaw, Warham, you are a fool!" exclaimed the senior, riding forward
with increasing speed. The words were spoken good naturedly, but
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