"Peter."—I kant simpathize with yu, for i never was in love miself, and don't kno what iz best tew grease it with.
Put a plaster on yur back, and see if that won't help yu.
If yu don't git enny better, wash in kerosene ile, and eat sum green persimmons; if that don't make yu feel enny more eazier, git sea-sick, and lift up things; this will cure 9 times out ov ten.
If yu find you don't git enny better, take another dose ov sea-sickness.
If yu keep a gitting, finally, more wuss, yu hav got the real old yeller love, and no mistake.
Thare iz only one kure for this kind, and that iz the ile ov wedlock; but this iz very powerful, and wants tew be took with grate caution.
I hav known one dose ov it tew give a man phitts for life.
"Brahma Pootra."—Speaking ov hens, leads me tew remark, in the fust place, that hens, thus far, are a suckcess.
They are domestick, and occasionally are tuff.
This iz owing tew their not being biled often enuff in their yunger daze; but the hen ain't tew blame for this.