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The TAILoR's FIRST LovE.-Just after was
put to my apprenticeship, having made free choice
of the tailoring trade, had terrible stound of
calf-love. Never shall forgetit. was growing
up, long and lank as willow wand. Brawns to
my legs there were none, as my trowsers Of other
years too visibly affected to show The long
yellow hair hung down, like a flax wig, the length
OF my lantern jaws, which looked, notwithstanding
my yapness and stiff appetite, as if eating, and


they had broken up acquaintanceship. My blue
Jacket seemed in the sleeves to have picked a
quarrel with the wrists, and had rereated to TAFT
below the elbows. The haunch-buttons on the
contrary, appeared to have taken strong liking
to the shoulders, little below which they showed
their brightness. AT the middle of the back, the
tails terminated, leaving the wel-worn rear of my
corduroys, like full moon seen through dark
haze. Oh! but must have been bonny lad.


My first flame was the minister's lassie, Jesse,
a buxom and forward quean, two or three years
older than myself. | used to set looking at her
in the kirk, and felt adrol confusion when our cen
met. 1t dried through my heart like dart, and I
looked down at my psalm book, sheeping and
blushing. Fain would have spoken to her, but
II would not do; my courage aye failed me at the
plnch, though she whiles gave me smile when
she passed me. She used to go to the well every
night with her two soups, to draw water after the
manner OF the Israelites at cleaning; SO thought
OF watching, to give her two apples which had
carried in my pouch for more than week for that
purpose. How she laughed when slapped them
into her hand, and brushed by without speaking! !!
Stood at the bottom Of the close listening, and
heard her laughing till she was like to split NV
heart f1apPt in my breast like pair Of tanners.
It was moment of heavenly hope; but saw
Jamie Groom, the blacksmith, who / awe Jealous
ed was my rival, coming down to the well. i
saw her give him one of the apples; and hearing
him say, with loud guffaw, Where is the tailor!'
took to my heels, and never stopped till found
myself on the little stool by the fireside, and the
namely sound Of my mothers wheel bum-bum-
ming in my lug, like gentle lullaby.