Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1862-06-21

be appreciated-a thing-by the way, which
no one ever is, in his own estimation, unless
he is very much overrated.
l had been bridesmaid to Carrie, and god
mother to her little son, before L stood by
Herman Forsyths side and vowed to take him
''for better for worse, for richer for poorer,
until death us do part" and the solemn, rev.
erent manner in which my husband had just
repeated those words, as though he fully real
lied their import, and meant what he SAID,
gave me new confidence and courage.
The concentrated feeling with which, when
we were alone in the carriage, away from all
the hustle and congratulations, he uttered the
words, ''Mne, entirely, until death us do
part r"-the care and tenderness that l re-
ceived, during that Elysian journey-and the
numerous kindletters and presents that poured
in upon us, almost made me forget my want
of beauty. This consciousness was renewed
in rather an unexpected manner.
At Herman's request, went with him to
pay visit to an old bed-ridden aunt, the care
fully tended charge of one of my husbands
sisters-a parsonage who, like the baby in a
family, ruled them all by her very helpless
ness. No event could take place without my
aunt Nancy's being informed of all the cir
cu1nstances-no purchase made without her
having the first sight-no visitor could arrive
without an early presentation. Aunt Nancy
liked pretty things, and pretty people-upon
the principle, suppose, that we always fancy
our opposites; for the old lady might have sat
for a portrait of the Witch Of Endor-and,
unfortunately, at my presentation, l was
very weary, and had bad cold in my head
two circumstances which never enhanced my
charms.
l shook little as aunt Nancy's sharp eyes
deliberately scanned me; but old feelings,
which | had hoped were dead and buried long
ago, came trooping back in full force, as the
old lady remarked in a disappointed tone,
"Well Herman, you didn't select your wife
for her beauty, did your"
My eyes filled with tears, and 1 glanced
timidly at my husband.
''Yes, aunt Nancy" he replied, in his
strong, cheerful voice, pressing me closer to
him, 81 did select her for her beauty but it
is of kind that is warranted not to fade; and
besides, she does not look as well as usual to-
day-so you must not form hasty Judgment.
To me she is the prettiest and dearest wife in
the world"
How strong and rich felt then! And Just
SO strong and rich | have felt in the years
since then. Cousin Ruth, who makes us oc-
casional visits for the sake of saying pleasant
things, assures me that i look quite as well
as everI did, in a tone which plainly implies
that this is not saying much; and now classes
me among the girls who had 'nothing in par
ticular about them," and yet have "done so
well for themselves"
passed Ida Mason in the street, the other
day, as was leaning on Hermans arm. Ida
Mason no longer, but for some years the wife
of one of the white-kidded youths; and such
a changed, discontinued face 1 hope never to
behold again.
''Twelve years, Ellen" said my husband,
significantly, ''and where are the bright
colors? Blooming on the face wherein 1
read, in my first glance at it, an unfading lus-
ter-and whose physical merits, permit me to
say, you have always moderated"
As I said before, it is pleasant thing to be
appreciated-which means, of course, to be
thought far more highly of than you deserve;
and that pleasure 1 enjoy to its fullest extent.