Rensselaer Gazette, Volume 3, Number 51, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 April 1860 — Falling in Love with a Picture on a Bank-Note. [ARTICLE]

Falling in Love with a Picture on a Bank-Note.

An ardent young man in this city, who lell in love some time since with the portrait of a woman on a bank bill, Wrote to the cashier of the bank to know whether it was a fanciful picture, or “the representation of a breathing woman.” If the latter, he was resolved to have her, or die in the attempt. The cashier replied to him, after a few days delay which he hoped had "not tended unduly to aggravate the fierceness of his disorder,” thus: “I am unable to give you the abundant consolation of a letter of introduction to the original of the portrait, if it had an original, which lam not disposed to question. My knowledge of her is quite scanty and unsatisfactory. The story told by our engravers is, that she was a teacher in the schoolhouse in New York, at the time of that cruel disaster, a few years Ago, when, upon a false alarm of fire, the children rushed down the stair vay, which gave way, causing the death of a large number of the ‘innocents.’ “Our heroine is said to have saved all her pupils by that presence of mind that shines in her face, and to have then leaped from a third story window. Whether in so doing she broke both her legs, irreparably damaged her lovely nose, and forever dimmed one lustrous eye, lam not told. My own belief is, that she came out unscathed and unharmed, and at once proceeded to Brady’s, who photographed her, and thus gave her unparalleled lineaments to immortality on a bank note. '

“I am further inclined to the notion, that shortly thereafter she married the man of her choice,’ (she never would do anything else,) and is now the mother of four ‘small children,’ and ‘one at the breast.’ Of course; you’ll take no stock in this theory of mine; and if you are bent on further investigation, I can only refer you to our engravers, who can possibly put you on the track. Go in and win, and be sure, in such a Lappy consumation, to ask me to be there. If it calls me to Kamschatka, I shall surely obey; indeed, were I not sufficiently blessed in the woman line, you would have received no reply to your inquiries,” &c. We have been looking for a coroner’s case of the dead body of an interestingyoung man—‘‘found drowned;” but, being disappointed thus far, have concluded that our hero proposes to find consolation by joining in the sack race, or the strife for the greased pig, on Hampden Park, next Monday.— Springfeld, Republican.