Litchfield enquirer., 1861-03-28
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 Lady C. was beautiful, but extravaeant. She was single though rather past extreme you h. Like some other pretty females. she had looked | too high. and estimated her own loveliness too dearly, and now she refused to believe that she was not as charming as ever. So, no wonder she still remained unmarried.
 Lady c. had about five thousand pounds in the world. She owed about forty thousand pounds so, with nll her wit and beauty she got into the Fleet, and was likely to remain there.
 Now, in the time we speak of, every lady had her hair dressed by barber; and the barber of the Fleet was the handsomest barber Of the city of London. Pat Philan was great admrer of the fair sex and where's the wonder Sure. Pat was an Irishman.
 It was one very fine morning, when Phi|an was dressing her captivating head that her ladyship took it into her mind to talk to him, and Pat was well pleased, for Lady C.'s teeth were the whitest, and her smile the brightest in all the world.
 So, you are not married, Pat said she.
 Niver an itch your houors ladyship,' said Patrick
 And wouldn't you like to be married 1? again asked she.
 Would duck like to swim?' | Is there any one you'd prefer?' May be, madam said he, you niver heard of Kathleen o Kelley, down beyond noneraile. Her fathers cousin to O'Donaehew, who's own steward to Mir. Murphy, the underagent to my Lord Kingston. and
 Hush said she; sure, don't want to know who she is But would she have You if you asked her?'
 'Ah. thin, I'd only wish I'd be afther thrying the same.'
 And why don't you?' Because I'm too poor And Philan heavcd prodigious sigh. Would you like to be rich ?
 Does dog like to bark? If make you rich, will you do as tell your Millmurthers your honor ! don't be tantaliz- ing poor boy. Indeed. l am not said Lady c. So listen. How would you Ike to marry me? | An, thin, my lady. believe the King of Russia himself would be proud to do the same lave alone poor devil like Pat Phan.
 Well. Phan, if you'll marry me tomorrow I'll give you one thousand pounds
 o. whiaboo! whilaboo! Sure, I'm mad. or enchanted by the good people, reared Pat dancing round the room.
 But there are conditers,' said Lady G. After the first day of our nuptials you must never see me again. nor clam me for your wife. 1 oblging her ladyship most desperately.
 But remember Kathleen OReiley. With the money I'll give you, you may go and marry
 That's thrue, said he. But, thin, the big amyr
 m never appear against you said her lady ship. 'Only remember you must take an oath never to cali me your wife after tomorrow, and never go to telling the story
 'Niver a word I'll iver say
 Well, then, said she; there's ten pounds Go and buy license, and leave the rest to me and then she explained to him where he was tt go, and when he was to come, and all that kind of thing.
 The next day Pat was true to his appoint ment. and found two gentlemehA already witt her ladyship.
 Have you got the license,' said she.
 Here it is, my lady, said he; and he gave it to her. She handed it to one of the gentle men, who viewed it attentively. Then, calling in two servants, she turned to the gentleman who was standing. | And sure enough, in ten minutes, Pat Philar was the husband, the legal husband, of the love ly Lady c.
 That will do,' said she to her new husband as he gave her hearty kiss; that will do.- Now, Sir, give me my marriage-certihcate, Il You p.ease,'
 The old gentleman did so, and, lowing re lspectfaly to the ive-pound note she gave him lie retired with his clerk; for, sure enough, forgot to tell you he was a parson. se'Go and bring me the warden,' said my lady to one of her servants. Il Yes, my lady, said he; and presently tht warden appeared.
 Will you be good enough said Lady G., il Iox xGc off froo Svvil you be good enough to send and fetch me hackney coach? lwish to leave this prisol Immediately s.@ssss .5s.9.ss
 Your ladyship forgets,' replied he. that yo must pay forty thousand pounds before ca let you go. s.tsss
 II am married woman. You can detain m husband. but not me-
 And she smiled at Philan. who began rathe to dislike the appearance of things. e Pardon yne, my lady. it is wellknown 70 are single