The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1845-03-28
THE BACHELORS BRIDE.
!. When said thatI would die bachelor, ! did
not think should've till were married"
=, f Shakespeare.


, =" When said tbatI would die bachelor, did
not think should've till were married..
Shakespeare.
-dt aWhat treason to the country to
write London and Augusy on the
same sheet Of paper" said Mrs. Gilt
ford to her son, as she commenced a
letter. .@. -.
e a have had some such thought my
self, and really must accept one or the
other Of the invitations lhave for shoot
ing"
@Shall you 60 to Sir Thomas Crof-
ton'sg' inquired the lady.
"No, for Lady Crofton will expect
that if ! kill her husbands partrrdges
IN the morning. l shall infallibly make
love to his daughters in The evening;
her imagination is SO fertile, she never
sees a man but she enumerates his
acres, speculates on marriage settle
nments. and has visions Of white satin,
and all the pretty ct ccteras OF matri-
mony." s,
" sI.ord Barfords?--there are no daugh-
ters there"
"True, but his wife is deep, deep
blue-bores you to death with her lite
rary attainments or non-attalnments.
think shall run down to Dacre's-l
have not been to- Woodlands since !
stood godfather to my little namesake
Frank, nearly five years ago. 4 shall
feel at home there; no 'fossy parties,
+prim and starched as an old bachelor"
Mrs. Clifford smiled.
@Well, If lam bachelor. and mean
SO to continued am, at mot starch
ed one" continued her son, interpret
ing the smile.
aWhy should you be at all, Frank?
you,who have SO many Of the requisites
to make n woman happyW .e-
.Why, my dear mother, women are
so artifcial-live for display-sigh for
an establishment--an not to be too
hard on the fairest and sweetest part OF
the creation, ask SO much in wife
Ireauire so many of the nameless some
things and nothings Indispensable to
female fascinalion--and, not TO speak
itirreverently, when think of the Gu
price, the evanity, the jealousy, that are
The usual characteristics Of the sex, !
can but be thankful j am doomed
bachelor. ssNo,'' continued he as il
pursuing train of thought, 81 have
drawn an image on my mind SO 'air, so
pure, that feel nothing less than the
realization of the idea will satisfy me;
at the same time, know that it is one
that for me can have no existence-lt
was the dream Of my ,boyhood, and it
is past and gone." tl
Franb Clifford was handsome candid
generous, the soul of honor, with an IN
come of three thousand year--thirly-
six, and bachelor, and such he had
mentally and verbally resolved TO con-
tinue; and yet. in spite Of all this, he
had still his visions and fantasies star
ry skies, flowery valleys--the still,qui-
et woods, enjoyed with some dear,sym.
pathizing friend, haunted his day dreams
and night visions.
It was bright day when he travel
led to Woodlands, the meadows were
enamelled with thousand gay BIOS
ms;the busy hum Of myriads OF insect,
filled the air with their soft, drowsy
music, and Clifford felt how soothing
such sights and sounds to mans unquiet
spirit. And then no W cordial was the
welcome that awaited him--how hap.
py was Dacre as he romped with his
children on the lawn-and how proud
Of the gentle being who shared his
Joy at the long-promised visit Of his
friend! ~
"You have greatly improved this
place, Dacre; it is impossible to con-
ceive fairer scene. How gracefully
blended are these flowers with that
green bowery-looking wilderness in
the back ground il is like fairy land"
aYes," said Mrs. Dacre, sand crea-
ted by the magic wand Of Affection, al
ded by the fairy Goodwill"
aMary made all these pretty flowers
grow" said the lovely girl, insinuating
her little hand into her mothers; "Ma-
ry does every thing that is NICE"
.Your portfolio boasts some exquisite
paintings said Clifford. as he turned
over the leaves; 81 did not know you
were so fine an artist" e 3
aThev are indeed beautiful" replied