Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1860-10-13
MY Matrimonial Dreams.

:. WV ouu iVhely Us IVe Olu statue, that
lives and looks at the da. I oaken roof con
tlnuully in an old church but not so hap
py. My wile-for / am married, gentle
reader would that we're not--has gone
TO the theatre. / have rummaged out
some letters, sad aud bitter remembrances
and read them through and through. and
now It strikes me that the world should
and ongnt to know some of my misfortunes.
so It shall and may it profit by the les.
son.
One autumn day last year, l believe six
months ago this very week. Charles Cowley
and were sitting in my counting house,
cracking walnnts aud bad jokes Our talk
was OF sundry things; and at last it turned,
as 1t often did, upon Charey's bride, for
he was never tired of hearing of her, and l
was always willing to give him pleasure.
It's just my way, and the worlds. too: eve
ry body first and self after. But | have
learned lesson though l have said so
before. In time, Cowley began to tease
me about by bachelor habits !; the prim-
ness OF my room the polish of nay boots
and other signs unmistakable and spoke
OF little Emily, who people and in fact,
l thought, and she thought so, too, was
just the wife for me. We were tired of
this, however, and sat spelling our teeth in
silence, when at length, he burst into q
laugh, and pulled paper from his pocket.
Arthur cried be, L have it. Here's
the London Journal, and there's land he
quoted from it) Alice B, twenty, fair,
with beautiful eyes, splendid teeth. Grecian
nose, and considered very pretty, has 5000
year in her own right, and wants to meet
with young man who must be dark and
tall to whom she would make an affection
ate and loving wife. Now, then, write to
her and your fortune is made. Think
of g6OO year safe, safe as the bank, if
you try. Come consider your whiskers ;
And we laughed in concert. He handed
me the paper which took with a 'pish'
but looked at it, Notwithstanding. Cowley
went on teasing me some time longer. ond
then left me, and the paper, too, and went
home to his lireside, and wife, and happi-
ness.
Now to tell you the truth, though the
world did not know it, l was engaged to as
pretty little girl as you ever saw, with
such a sweet face and loving blue eyes
which were more charming far to me than
all else. Oh, what fool l was The re-
membrance almost drives me mad.
Well, if 1 didn't write to this London
Journal, just in fun and sought for a
meeting with this Alice. For week / wait
ed but there was no notice. A fortnight,
still none. AT length there was request
Leonard G., for that was the name /
had adopted-would address Alice B,
post office Rugby
1 thought it good joke, so I sat down
and wrote to her. / described the color of
my eyes and hair, the shape of my nose, my
height and the state of my teeth, and-let
me see no, don't think did my weight
And l said what fond husband / would
make and told her how her G600 and
my G600-for thought it would not do
to seem poorer than sbe-would keep US in
such handsome way, with such nice car
riage and ponies and servants, and don't
know what. And | grew quite entEusas,
tic on the selectness of the society in which
visited aud the great folks l knew and
/ remember that | remained her ever deep
y attached Leonard o how l laughed,
when flushed the letter, but it was hol-
low laugh, tho the wall and hosiery cup
boards rang again. 0, dear 4! the memory
almost-I can hardly get on but l will
not let my feelings overcome me.
posted my letter and then went and
saw Emily, who was starting next morning,
for rather long visit-very long thought
il then-to a fashionable watering place
What pleasant night we had, aud how
she played and sang to me, and said how
soon l should forget her, and then she
laughed and looked so pretty for she did
not think | would no, not for moment
And those blue eyes of hers looked bluer
and more loving when they reflected my
own, and l gazed into her lovely face But
| was not quite happy. felt I had done
wrong and more especially when | kissed
her as said goodbye. 1t was the last,
last time.
Three days after, letter came from AL
ice, full of the most romantic illusions to
birds, of love and kindred hearts, mutual
attachments and unknown passions and
smelling uncommon strong of patchouli ;
and ending with request that l would
meet her at Rugby the following Monday,
at one o'clock, near the bottom of High
Street, where she would walk with sprig
of myrtle in her hand and she hoped |
would carry thin stick.
/ do not know what evil spirit tempted
me, but went to Rugby. Just for the
fun of the thing and | walked up and
down the High Street, expecting her for
upwards of an hour. At length saw a
thin, fair, gray-eyed girl coming around the
corner with sprig of myrtle. l was very
nigh running away; but | didn't. We near
ed each other, and she spoke, and called me
Leonard.
Miss Alice I exclaimed.
The same, dear Leonard how late you
are. Here's my sister coming And she
introduced us and continHed, i am so fond
of you already are not you Emily p
This appeal to her sister recalled to my
memory my angel love and l stommered
out something about nothing in earnest,
and it being all a joke Certainly she was
quite in earnest and did not mean it for
Joke at all. She knew that marriages
were made in heaven, and ours among the
number.
She never thought-=though l have often
how many marriage notices must have