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at was Sarah Watkins, now the wife of our Congresser, trippin in the dance, dressed up to kill in her store close. Sarah's father used to keep a little grocery store in our town, and she used to clerk in it for him, in y times. I was rushing up to shake hands with her, when she turned on her heel, and tossing her head in a contemptuous manner, walked away from me very rapid. "Hallo, Sal," I hollered, "can't you measure me a quart of them best molasses? I may want a redfish, also!" I guess this reminded her of the little red store, and the days of her happy childhood. But I fell in with a nice little gal after that, who was much sweeter than Sally's father's inclasses, and axed her if we shouldn't glide in the merry dance. She sed we should, and we glode. I intended to make this letter very seris, but a few goaks may have accidently crept in. Never mind. Besides, I think it improves a komick paper to publish a goak once in a while. Yours Muchly, Ward, (Artemus.)