The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1847-01-19 00:00:00

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are now young men and women au, into active
life ; those who were then boys, are now men ; lads just
emerging from school and college, are now grave papas of
thirty years and upwards ; and misses with red shoes are
no longer romps but mothers of families, engaged in the
high consideration of finishing establishments for daugh-
ters and professions for sons. By many our paper must
be looked upon as a prodigiously old concern : they will
profess having seen it as long as they can remember. "I
have read you ever since I was a boy," said a gentleman
of portly bearing to us one day—the lapse of time had
never before been presented so palpably to the eye. We
began forthwith to consider ourselves as somewhat aged
persons. And yet the progress of years is felt by us in
no other way than in the consciousness of an increased
desire to work out the purposes for which the present
work was established. It is now so long since we told
what these purposes were, that many who have not fol-
lowed us from the commencement are apt to form incor-
rect impressions on the subject, and to recommend_pl9-

inconsistent with our principles of management
Lens' Journal.
How To OBTAIN A WIFE.—An amusing story is told
in the life of James Gordon, the architect, of the way in
which Vincent Waldre, the artist, who painted the ceiling
in St. Patrick's-hall, Dublin Castle, obtained his wife :
" A strong, though rather comical, illustration of his cha-
racter was given in the mode of his marriage with an En-
glish lady some short time before his visit to Ireland.
When in a convivial mood, with a few select friends, he
was sometimes induced to give the following account of
his courtship and marriage :—` With some others, I was
invited to a wedding which was to take place in the
neighbourhood of Stowe, in Buckinghamshire. When
the parties invited on this occasion assembled at the
church, one only was absent, namely, the bridegroom !
whose presence was. of course. most anxiously reonirpd.

—Cham-

The clergyman to officiate, and the vigilant clerk, were
duly in attendance ; minutes passed rapidly away, and
the church clock struck an hour after the appointed time.
All eyes were directed to the porch of the church, until it
became evident that some fatal cause would interfere with
the performance of the ceremony—that all was not right
with some of the parties concerned. The worthy clergy-
man at length closed his book, in which was fruitlessly
deposited a small slip of paper containing the names of the
intended bride and bridegroom, then left the church ; the
bride adjusted her veil with a dissatisfied countenance, and
all parties were preparing to depart for their respective
homes. Feeling the distressed situation of the neglected
lady, I boldly volunteered my services, and offered my arm
to lead the intended bride out of church. With feelings
I felt a difficulty in checking or explaining, I boldly of-
fered myself as a substitute for the absent suitor. Nor
was my spirited conduct slightly appreciated—a blush-
ing approval sanctioned my honourable and gallant
conduct. The clergyman was overtaken and requested
to return, as matters had assumed a new feature. Re-
turn he did, but on the explanation of the affair it became
his unpleasant duty to state to the elated and happy pair,
" that three successive Sundays must pass over before it
would be in his power to_ contribute to the happiness we

so eagerly anticipated.' " In short, the newly- betrothed
parties did wait the protracted period. The original tru-
ant, the cause of so many variations of the compass, con-
tinued absent, we may presume with leave ; and his suc-
cessor Waldre, being a man of honour, a ` chevalier sans
peur et sans reproche,' patiently abided the appointed
time, at the end of which the volunteering parties were
happily united as man and wife.
WHAT IS MONEY ?"—On one of these occasions,
when they had both been perfectly quiet for a long time,
Mr. Dombey only knew that the child was awake by oc-

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casionally glancing at his ey here the bright fire was
sparkling like a jewel, little Paul broke silence thus :
"Papa, what's money?" The abrupt question had such
immediate reference to the subject of Mr. Dombey's
thoughts, that Mr. Dombey was quite disconcerted.
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