The mountain Democrat., 1864-03-26
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Under the above title 'Punch's Pocket
Book for 1864, publishes the following
capital satire upon the sensation stories
of the day.1
The honeymoon was over, and the Hon.
Cbirk GobOwen and his beautiful bride,
nee Caroline de COrwAn,+ lounged Ian
guidly over dinner at the Vulture Hotel,
Cwymmypyllymynech. 1t commands a
view Of the lovely lake of Lampeter, Bala
and E'lesmere, and with the triple peaks
Of SnOw1on in the background, and the
fierce ruggedness of Mold below, the scene
is nnequaled save in the North American
Pa1npaS- But the young couple needed
/ it not.
The worst dinner ever ate,' said Mr..
Gobowen, discontentedly.
1t Is very bad, said Mrs. Gobowen ;
but think the dinner on otr wedding
day was even more dSagreeable'
Very good for you to sav so. I'm sure,
said her handsome husband, with an evil
| glance.
1 say what l mean, Chirk,' was the
cold reply.
III that's the casc,' said Mr.. Gobowen,
1t seems to me that we've been and made
sort of-well, = mistake. and the sooner
we repair it the better
/ I'm agreeable, said the Hon. Mrs Go
baW en-, with n smile.
'BleSt il you are, retorted her husband;
| but never mind that now. We had bet.
ter separate
Separate, indeed said Caroline, that
would be pleasant for me, wouldn't u?-
M indeed, no half III, aSurrs for me, said
TIE beautiful young wife, filling her glass
with what is called clarrt at the Vultur,,
"r at all vents charged fr as claret. and
the best.
Well, what's your whole measure,
then. asked hcr husband. curinuSy.
Oar marriage was mistake. All run.
away marriages are. am hearth, tired
:" you. ] have heard all your stories,
aud all you: travel and in short, you
hdre NE.
i rvciprrcate the sentiment said NJ,
G'i'""eu. i have heard all your s"ng-,
an1 your voice is not ~hat used to think
II, and really lour accounts oil all the rub
lh>hin: novels you have rv, read hnv,
ttn'Ir meriis to, they ar not particularly
inter- sung. What's I" br dOne,
Let's destroy all evidence uf our ina,
riasc, aud go back into sncirIy All,
>ufpn>ed To have been or visit To III,
nuui. Lady Gumdragnn She VIII not
'itrv (" contradict mr, IL ] Know ot >cv
cia! murders hIch she ha> committed [,
get at the utIr. an.i also The secret "t her
chanc.. I"u have bcrn- hat dU,E 1t
mater where IHau las been :
NV uhci', the Secretary trr the Bu"I
AMI u acun$, kL"W> u! uur c>calade, SAIL
Nj. GoOoWru, u cause | bnItuwcd cuu
pir "i huuGr,d "t hin al starting, hn' he
wont tcli, h,cau>e am aware of some
uIgrri,S hc Committed in mdci tu b, con,
a minister )" all is safe Here's I'll,
m'arI inge cerIiticatr. Tca' IT, aud Iii lp"k
"a Bradshaw I" see how you can e, across
c"untr' I" your sunt's.'
Are YOU fool: said the lovely Coro
line GubOwen.
i Wa>, one day, about a month back,
SAID Chnk.
She "a> to" proud to rcpIyto the taunt
but proceeded:
Is there not a copy Of that certificate
III the books Of the church at Ei>tetIfod :
BY Jovv, yes! That's awkward
Not at all, If you have the ordinary
courage aud energy Of a man.
I believe have both
Then burn the church.
The fire in her radiant eyes seemed to
light up kindred ray in his. He seized
his hat, box Of cigar lights, and gloves,
nodded to her, and departed
ThirIy-six hours later and the beautiful
| little old church Of EiStedfod, built by
Owen Glendower, and [amous as the Siene
ot the marriage between Edward Of Car.
nacrvOn and Catharinc Patr, was mass
Of sIuOuldering eml'ers Mr. Gilbert Scott,
the great ecclrSisStioa al architect, could eat
| no lunch that day, he was so shocked, aud
was scarcely cotDiOrted by receiving in
structionS to make another church exactly
like the cid one.
4 have done it, said the Hon. Mr.. Cob
owen, as he re-eLtered the room at the
Vulturr, and found his wife, as We will
still call her, smoothing her lovely hair at
the glass, having but just taken off her
/ bonnet.
yes, | saw the fire. she replied, coolly.
AYE, II isn't my nature to he idle.
went after you by the nrxt train, and aN-
certained that you might have spared that
lovely little church which | wished had
Sketehed."
What do you mran?'
'The clergyman of Eistedfod, his name
is the Rev Morgan apJoneS, keeps tue
register books in his own house
Mr. Gobowen launched fearful obScr,
vatiun directed against the Welsh clergy
generally.
That sort d language is Of no USE,
said his wiiG you Should have burned the
rect"ry.'
'Oi course would if | had known
If, repeated Ca' olinr GoboNcn, with
bitter sarcasm. Stay here and Sm"kr
your cigars. IL is all you are til io'.'
Sne put on her bonnet as carefully as il
she ~a> going 10 meet SoInc WOMAN whom
she hated and VAS gone.
A I daIs aite, ardS tn, Bangor Ban-
Svr contained the following paIa.rarh:
Our lair readers cannot hr too raution,
what servants they cngagr. The k.v
NJ ryan ap jones, thr rc,prrlcd minister
nl El>Ie,iloi, recently rncag d nur>er,
maid, h0 caIlIc tn him with Ih highest
writt IA character Yp>lurdn\ .L,. di>nu.