“Only one little kiss, Mariar, and I hope to die if I don’t——”
“John——”
At this moment an old gray-beard poked his head out of his berth, at the other end of the car, and cried out:
“Maria, for pity’s sake, give John one kiss, so that we can go to sleep some time to-night.”
Thereupon John subsided and retired to his berth to dream of the distinction between the hesitancy of the kiss of courtship and the freedom of the kiss connubial.
A young and romantic Western girl, kissed for the first time, said that she felt like a tub of butter swimming in honey, cologne, nutmegs, and cranberries, and as though something was running through her nerves on feet with diamonds, escorted by several little Cupids in chariots drawn by angels, shaded with honeysuckles, and the whole spread with melted rainbows!
Among the comic songs about kissing, the one about Esau is the best:
I saw Esau kissing Kate;
The fact is we all three saw;
For I saw Esau, he saw me,