The sweetness of kissing depends with us altogether on the slyness of the thing. Take our word for it, the stolen draughts are the most delicious. We would rather be "cut up into cat-fish bait," than kiss a girl in company. Besides, there is a great deal in promiscuous kissing that is indulged in at parties. Ten to one if your lips do not, at the very moment after they have been reveling in the most ecstatic enjoyment, come pop! upon those of some old maid, so sour that you can not get the taste of the bitters out of your mouth for a week. No! kissing in public is not the way to manage the thing; it destroys the reverence with which man delights to wrap the wondrous sex, and none but a bungler will resort to it. If you wish to enjoy a kiss in all its raciness- a kiss at once delicate, airy, and spirituelle, yet one that will cause every pulse in your body to thrill with ecstasy- get your little charmer into a corner of a sofa, before a cozy fire of a freezing night- steal your arm around her waist- take her hand gently in your own- and then drawing her tenderly towards you, "kiss her with a long, sweet kiss, as if you were a bee sucking honey from a flower." There's true kissing for you.

-Yankee Blade