Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1860-07-18

they take on the mindl He had married
and Hannah had proved very good wife
but he had the misfortune to bury her
Now he was lonely-very lonely, indeed
Man was not horn to be alone; his spirit
pines for the sweet cOmpanionship of wO-
man.
His conversation was quite affecting
and so yOrkcd upon the tender feelings o.
Providence that she cordially invited him
to stay to tea.-Lucinda was disgusted
when her sister ran up stairs and told hel
what she had done.
"'YOu are as thoughless as a child,
PROXY, she replied, angrily.- AS to his
loneliness and his grief, don't believe a
word of it; men always talk that way when
they wish to marry again. Even if they
have their house as full as it will hold of
mothers grandmothers, aunts and sisters,
they walk amidst multiplicity of females,
all highly agreeable people, and very clone
ly." Oh, they are dcceitful race, and if
this man has come here to hunt for a wife,
he is greatly mistaken and Miss Lucinda
dashed out of the room.
The imperial votress passed on,
In maiden meditation hney Free
( 'But even in that home Of the vestals,
Tiers was a wife for Mr. Jacob Clarke; and
he came and came again, until the fair hand
of Providence consented to endow him with
her hand, and, what was of infnitly more
consequence to him, her goods But she
dared not breathe the rash promise to Lu-
cinda; in her exasperated state it would
throw her into fits. Accordingly one sun
ny morning. when the skies were blue and
the sun was golden, in walks Providence
Clarke, born Sharpe, and says in triumph
ant tones: Lucindy; this is my husbandy
What screamed Lucin "a; PROXY, you
are certainly mad. u"
Dear sister Lucinda said Jacob Clarke,
smilingiy. Providence never exhibited more
striking signs of sanity than in marrying
me. Yes, l have the supreme happiness
of calling myself the husband of your char
ming sister. We were boandin the silken
bonds of matrimOny a few moments ago,
We have returned to ask yon to give us an
affection ate welcome
"'Never" said the indignant Lucinda;
you have sinncd beyond all hope of pardon.
Leave my presence immediately
He was so lonely" murmurcd the
bride; Il married him to comfort him"
"'She did. indeed, blessed wOman!'
calculated Jacob Clarke.
40 go away, both of you sobbcd ont
Lucinda. Better be dead than subjected !
to these constant shocks
"A few weeks after her marriage, Prov
idcncc wrote to her sister, imploring her
forgiveness. o. she said, Lucinda, am so .
happy. Jacob is one of the sweetest and /
dearest men that ever lived; heis a perfect /
pearl: matrimOny is the most charming
state was ever in. How could we de-
nouncc these noble beings as demons??-
My erring sister. be convinced; they are
only a little lower than the angels. Mani
man!
"'She certainly is crazy said LUCINDA,
throwing down the letter Men, indeed!
I don't care to see how she finishes that
sentence now.' -
Miss Lucinda was wretched after the
departure of her sister; and the PrcsbyteTi-
an clergyman, who lived next door, was
lind enough to step in of an evening. to
it with her and offer consolation. In a
short time Lucinda was heard to pronounce
lim man of wonderful grace. deeply in
eresting and charmingly consolatory.-
Did prejudiccs vanished as speedily as
"The tear dosn childhoOd's cheek that Hows-''
\ bishop was superfuous; apostolic descent
:ould not be proved. in short"
stop, stop, aunt, l implorc you. l
iwallowed that story of Miss PROXY; but
indeed, 1 cannot open my mouth wide
nough to take in Lucinda too.
MY dear, if I were telling a fiction,
lady wovld l stop her; but this is veri-
able history. regret. for consjstency's
axe, to say that Lucinda actually married
he clergyman. Now, when you protest
o positively against matrimOny. Just think
f this story of a woman's no. We, none
f US can tell what We may be induced to
10 in this world Of change. Like you,
Ike the Misses Sharpe, I once said never
TOuld marry. l am now Mrs. Yillers.-
Nh here is my husband. We are just
iscussing wOman'snO, my dear"
"What do you think of woman's no,
Inele?' eagerly cried Lucy.
"a woman's no7 Well, let me sect Lucy,
ovc, if Mrs. Yillers will excuse me, Imust
ay that my experience of it proves it gratis
for nothing"
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