The North-Carolinian. [volume] (Fayetteville [N.C.]) 1839-1861, 1853-08-13
VOL. IAN o. zss.
ONE OF THE wEDD1kGs.

al tOsOs sutetpOseu tDe StransPrs Z
hls esosIest tTsl love. sfAr. in ibe !.
trssS 1rmount, 1nd - l|
Send for the pars"n, VIII yef: Wanx g..
done up. right straight of.,'
The landlord smiled aud Ieet the room.
But short time elapsed before a licensed
minister made his appearance, and the
obl's'ng host aud lis family were called in
to witness the ceremony.
"Now Mr., tie en- t"gether,'' said Jona-
than. edo It uP brown and yer moneys
ready and forthwith the honored func-
ti"nary commenced by ordering him to
join hands with his tntended Jonathan
stood up TO his blushi"y lahy love. seized
| her by the hand, aud was as much pleased
as monkey might bc supposed to be with
two tails.
"Y"u promise, Mr. J." said the
minister. Ito take this woman-"
''Yaas," said Jonathan, at once.
ITO be your lawful welded WIFE," con-
t'nued the parson.
''1aas. yaas'
'.That you will love and respect her in
all things -
:Yaas."
"rhat you will cling to her, and her
| only as long as you both shall live ?''
| '.Yaas indeed, t,oihin' else" responded
Jonathan in the most delighted and earnest
manner but here he reverend gentleman
stopped short, to the amazrmrnt "f all
present, and more especially t" the annoy
ance aud discontinue Of the intended
bridegroom.
"Yaas, yaas, saiJ," added Jonathan.
Zone moment. my friend" replied the
minister. slowly. ''for a thought occurs to
me that the law Of Massachusetts canaot
permit Of these ceremonies without the
observance OF Il 'pubiishment,' Sc, for a
particular length Of time.''
. " ut IN ibub.ier's the trouble. lniatel?
Don stop, put 'er thru. N"thiD' split.
eh! Ain't sick. Mister. be yerT''
IL say, my friend, have come to the
concIus'"" that you cannot be married in
Massachusetts.
'.Cani: Wot n na,ur's the difficulty:
like her. and she likes me, she said she
did wot's T. hender?'
| You havn't been published. l Thinks
: No! Haiut agoins to nlther! That's
, wot we cum 'ere Tor, on the sly /; go on, go
e Oh, old feller.''
. i really. sir,-' said the parson.
.'Rai'Iy! wal go ahead. 'taint fair. you
= see, 'taint swaow. you've married me,
aud amt fetched her. &" on. don't cave
in here! 1t aint just the thing
Z Il will consult
No you don't. no you don't co nsul
nothin nor nobody. till this ere bus ines
I is concluded; naow mind tell YEP said
J Jonathan, with resolution. and in an instant
Y he bad turned the key in and out Of the
lock. amidst the laughter Of the witnesses,
who were nearly choked with merrment.
'Naow. say, mister. as we ware.' con-
tinucd the Yankee, graspi"s bis trembling
intended by the hand again. Go on. right
ctr init Grs. f. 4
Jonathan crowded his hand far into his
pocket, and drew from it an old pocket
: book. (probabIy used by his great grand
father) as an inducement for the reverend
gentleman I" proceed. He held the rusty
: Wallet in his hand and continued. You
can't come none Of this halfway business
with this child, SD put 'er thru. and yer
moneys ready, na"w no do.lsing. It'll
be all right. by solIy.'
The parson considered n moment, and
concluded to risk it. at sight Of that we'll
crammeh wallet. of course. lie continued
You promise -
'Yaas. replied Jonathan.
The parson smileL and went on. You
; promise madam. to take this man to be your
|, husband. IawfuiIy?'
'Yaas. yaas, said the Yankee. again. as
J the lady bowed.
That you will honor, love. obey. and
'Ihem's UNI, said Jonathan, as the lady
j bowed again.
And that you will cling to him as long
as you both shall hve?
That's the kind. that's the talk! said
John. and the lady again responded yes. ,
Then in the presence Of Him ON high,
and these witnesses, ! pronounce you man
and wife,
.Hoorah' shouted Jonathan at the top
Of his voice, leapins nearly to the ceiling
with joy.
And what God has joined together,
} let no man put asunder.
: .Hoorah:' continued Jonathan. 'by Sol-
~, wol'. the prices H-ow much! Spit
y cout. don't be afeared. You did it jis
I;t. a book. old feIier! 'Ere's an X, never
mind the change. Send for bomn,bus.
ian'Iord. Give US yer bill! I've got her!
she's mine. Hail Columbv. happy land.'
roared the poor fellow, entirely unable to
! control his joy. and in ten minutes more
he was on his way to the Lowell depot,
with his wife, the happiest man alive.