Falling in Love — 545
If you want a son not to fall in love with any splenderiferous gal, praise her up to the skies, call her an angel, say she is a whole team and horse to spare, and all that. The moment the crittur sees her he is a little grain disappointed, and says, “Well, she is handsome, that’s a fact; but she is not so very, very everlastin’ after all.” Nothin’ damages a gal, a preacher, or a lake, like overpraise. A hoss is one of the onliest things in natur’ that is helpet by it.—Sam Slick.