Year: 1862

THE WEUDlNG DAY.


A gentleman who had courted most
agreeable young woman and won her
heart, obtained also the consent of her
father, to whom she was an only child.
The old man had fancy that they
should be married in the same church
where he himself was in a village in
Westmoreland, and made them set out
while he was laid up with the gout in
London. The bridegroom took only his
man, the bride her maid: they had the
most agreeable journey imaginable to the
place Of marriage, from whence the bride
groom writ the following letter to his
wife's father:


"March Is, 1672.-SIR.-After
very pleasant journey hither, we are pre-
pairing for the happy hour in which I am
to be your son. I assure you that the
bride carries it, in the eye of the vicar
who married you, much beyond her moth
er; though, he says, your open sleeves,
pantaloons, and shoulder-knot, made a
much better show than the fnical dress |
am in. However, I am contented to be
the second fine man this village ever saw,
and shall make it very merry before
night, because I shall write myself from
thence your most dutiful son, T. H.


The bride gives her duty, and is as
handsome as an angel. lam the happiest
man breathing"


The villagers were assembling about
the church, and the happy couple took
walk in private garden. The bride
groom's man knew his master would leave
the place on sudden after the wedding,
and seeing him draw his pistol the night
before took this opportunity to go into
his chamber and charge them. Upon
their return from the garden, they went
into that room and after little fond
raillery on the subject of their courtship,
the lover took up pistol, which he knew
he had unloaded the night before, and,
presenting it to her, said. with the most
graceful air, whilst she looked pleased at
his agreeable Aattery:-" Now, madam,
repent of all these cruelties you have been
guilty of to me consider, before you die,
how often you have made poor wretch
freeze under your easement; you shall die,
you tyrant, you shall die, with all those
instruments of death and destruction
about you, with that enchanting smile,
those killing ringlets of your hair"
+" Give fire !" said she, laughing. He did
so, and shot her dead. Who can speak
his condition but he bore it so patiently
as to call upon his man. The poor wretch
entered, and his master locked the door
upon him. "Will," said he, "did you
charge these pistols ?" He answered Eyes"
Upon which he shot him dead with the
remaining. After this, amidst thous-
and broken sobs, piercing groans, and
distracted motions, he writ the following
letter to the father of his dead bride;


SIR.-I, who, two hours ago, told
you truly | was the happiest man alive,
am now the most miserable. Your daugh-
ter lies dead at my feet, killed by my
hand, though mistake of my mans
charging my pistols unknown to me.
Him have murdered for it. Such is my
wedding day. will Immediately follow
my wife to her grave but before / throw
myself on my sword, / command my dis
traction so far as to explain my story to
you. I fear my heart will not keep TO-
gether until I have stabbed it. Poor,
good old mani Remember be that killed
your daughter died for it. In the article
of death, ! give you my thanks, and pray
for you, though dare not for myself.
If it be possible, do not curse me-"


Ey Horace Greeley oficiated for Rev.