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suspicion and disfust in the hearts of
our friends and made our enemies to
laugh in triumph.
But there is his much comfort. The
100000 q believe that is the number) in
excess of IMPAIRED women over unmar-
ried men in New England, may take
heart, lift Up their heads and rejoice with
good showof reason, for they see plainly
enough tlat, while there is life there is
hope. letter is it to be bride of 81
than nerr bride at all. Old-lnaids.
erase tie term from the calendar. It has
no logger place anywhere. There are
no oa maids. And this much Of graft
tud/ do we owe to Glastonbury Julia. So,
bles the aged turtle-doves! May they be
hppy!
II have known the parties to two such
marriages, and believe there were no
after regrets in either case. In one the
bride was an old Westchestcr aunty,
everybody had called her Aunt Debby for
40 years, who lived all alone in snug
little house of her own, with nothing to
do but nurse her rheumatism and talk to
her cat. Her income was barely enough
to.supply her own and Tabby's simple
needs. Seventy-fve years you see she
was young girl, as it were, compared to
our Sister Smith-had passed over her
head, leaving their traces in snowy locks
and wrinkled cheeks and totterlng limbs.
With her meagre form enveloped in a
quilted gown, and her head wrapped in
red flannel, she was apparently an i'm
possible target for Cupid's arrows, and
as she seldom left even her upstairs room
what chance had the miserable sly little
God? None whatever, you will answer.
Rash mortal, do you forget that fate
reaches US by the most unexpected paths?
Aunt Debby's came through leak in the
roof. 1t was directly over her room and
she had an attack of rheuma-
tism and couldn't be moved. A
carpenter was sent for. He came, tall,
stalwart, good-looking young fellow Of
25. He mended the roof, and then Aunt
Debby thought he might just as we'll
tighten her window sashes, and then she
remembered two or three other little jobs
about the house she wanted done. I
think he was there altogether about a
week. How it was managed, or who
spoke first, syou nor I, nor anybody
knows but poor old Aunt Debby;s
friends we're terrified one morning to
hear that she was married, actually and
really, quilted wrapper, red flannel tur-
ban and all, to the young carpenter. His
temptation was, doubtless, the snug little
house-the house, in fact, for he was all
alone in the world; hers only, imagine,
a sudden fancy to have an especial claim
on somebody. A year afterward she OBJ
served to me: "My dear, never knew
what happiness was BEFORE"
A month later and the husband was a
widower, and sole heir to the little Aunt
Debby had to leave.
The other case was that of a ridiculous
old colored brother, away down South,
so old and ihfirm that he could only
crawl around in sunny weather. was
much surprised one day by receiving
from him modest request to make him a
wedding cake, as he was going to be
married to Aunt Silvy, almost as old as
himself, who had done his little bit Of
housekeeping for some time.
s"Why, Primis!" exclaimed, 'swhat in
the world do you want to get married
for2' .e.
"Well, you see, missus," he replied, 81
has two fust-rate reasons. One is, dat de
neighbors might begin to talk curious
seein'. Silvy working round my house
and me a widderer, and would wish tc
spare Silvy's repertation. It's my dooty
to spare it. Then again, now, I has to pay
silvy for every trifing thing she does fo1
me; wharas, if ]. marry her, she's got tc
do all my cooking and washin' and wash
in and mendin', and at the end of the
year l kin give her caliker dress anC
she's satisfied"
) The reasoning was conclusive, and
said no more.
In the pretty palace Of the Elyse'
t Bourbon, occupied by Louis Napoleon
before the coup d'etat which obliged hin
to move to grander quarters in the Tuile
ries, there was one room decorated will
' portraits of the first Napoleon's favorit
staff officers. The first time visited tn
room stood long time before port
rait named in the catalogue as that o
4 IN. Bernhard, physician-in-chief durin.
the two consulates and until after the bat
n tie of Austerlitz, aged one hundre.
years. But for the statement, woul,
have said the portrait was that of re
markably we'll preserved man of IS. TIL
r face was full, the color good, wrinkle
, few, the eyes full Of intelligence, and, i
fact, none of the marks of extreme oil
K age apparent in the least. When I re
turned to my hotel, spoke of the pictur
to my landlady.
"Come with me-" she said, "this aftel
noon, to Ivry, where he died, and wher
one Of his daughters still lives, and 20
d shall hear his history from her"
e| Ivry is a small village, within walkin
e ldistanceIof Paris, and readily consente
a to make the visit. We found Mil,
n Bernhard occupying quite a pretentior
/ house for the place, and living alone wit
II an old servant. She looked about 15(
e but was, she assured me, only 73.
h ssBut she added, II always looked olt
II When was a very little child they calle
d me slittle old woman
{. From her i learned the following r,
Is markable facts concerning her father
) He was already SO when Napoleon pal
d him the compliment Of naming him h
5, chief physician. For so years he ha
/ pracised medicine in the provinces, froI
t, whence he was transferred to the hosp
d tails of Paris, where the first consul foun
IS him. He had never been married, an
S was wonderfully hale, hearty, v1gorou
: old man. He had then never lost
IS tooth, and could read qnite comfortabl
# without spectacles. He had no rheums
! tism, no gout, and slept like child ever
might. This physical condition he al