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CHAPTER II.


Which advances backwards, and makes aluson to a
great Novelist
While our hero, Leander-like, is contem-
plating a forlorn dive into the sea of matri-
mony, we, the historian, will very compla-
Gently take the retrograde movement; and
urge forward our story with an account of the
briefest courtship on recoro-We mean IN the
history of thrilling novels.
Who would think of courting in daylight?
Preposterous idea! AS our cotemporary, Al
phabet James, would say-towards the close
of sultry summer evening, young couple
might have been seen vending their way
along circuitous path, overhung with flowers
and evergreens, leading to the margin of a
murmuring stream, musical as Apollo's lutte,
and all that sort of thing Well, the ingenious
reader has already surmised that the above
figures of speech were Frank and Angeline
Sagacious reader you are right! We will
draw the curtain and give a better light, by
letting in a flood of moonshine on the charm
ing couple-for you must know that lovers
would be as much lost without the lunar gas
light as our novel friend, James, without his
clone horseman."
The inquisitive reader is no doubt dying to
know what the lovers are doing all this time.
We will relieve you, dear reader by telling
you, they are at this moment quoting at each
other exquisite morsels from the "Lady of
Lyons.n Frank, like true artist, is painting
the home to which, could love fulfil its pray
ers his hand would lead her. Angeline is
informing him, from Shakespeare, that When
she loves him not, chaos is come again. So
they kiss and shake hands over the bargain,
to the tune eff Goldsmith's ballad OF Edwin and
Angeline.
This chapter contains two great truths, viz !:
that all lovers are poets and all poets lovers! !!
CHAPTER lII.-THE WEDDING.
What a tremendous time there was, to be
sure, on the day of the wedding! Angeline
was flying about the paternal mansion like a
hen on hot griddle-looking as much like an
angel as sand domestic fowl. She was every
where by fits and no where long The artl-
cles of dress she tried on and the variety OF
small clothes she didn't try on, would make
the Oldest bachelor in Christendom blush,
should we essay full description.
On the other hand-that is the left, with
the goats-Frank Somers was engaged IN the
very unchristian vocal exercise OF curslng his
boots and his fate-at one time rosy with hope,
the next moment pallid with despalr--one
moment in chill, which he didn't think a
fair shake, the next in a fever that was up TO
striking heat. In short, he was in as great a
ouandary as a horse in a treadmill perpetually
Going. but never advancing from the spot.
drank said Job Smith, the hour IS
drawing near when you are to close your
bachelor career forever, and you are not yet
aecoutred with your wedding garments
fWedding be d--ned replied Frank
Here, strangle me with this cravats and
brush my beaver, and put that nosegay IN
INV buttonhele, and make yourself general
" useful-giye me active evidence, you have
better quality than the patience of your
namesake0
Frank. Somers was finally, with the aid Of
Job in condition to see company; and al