Year: 1862

Exactly 30. shall be married after morn
ing service


"And, pray, who is the lady1 think you
might have Informed Us Of ii sooner.
II have only been engaged ten days, and it
| was scarcely worth while to set the world
talking about Us sooner than we need.n
Won't you tell me her name?'
Yes, but you will not be very well pleased
to hear it. Do you remember Isabel Noryce I"
"What! nv children's prettv Ooverness
who died some months ago ~


"She was very sick, Margaretta-but through
the mercy Of God, she still lives; and trust
will long be preserved TO be the joy and com.
fort of my life


"You are not going 70 degrade yourself by
marrying governess rank z"
~ am going to ennoble myself by a union
with beauty, virtue and Piety, in the person of
Isabel Noryce"


"Well, you are your own master but you
only confirm the truth ST the old saying, there
is no fool like learned fool You were al
ways different from other people,"


81 always mean to be different from some
people" 80


"You mus, excuse my presence at your
feel little disposed to fzure in the nine days
wonder which your ctoiss will excite
just as you please, sisser. We eau be mar
ried without yet, and by The time we return
from Europe, you will be ready to receive us
as distinguished travellers"


Frank Gascoigne kept his word. He read
prayers on the following Sunday and at the
close Of the service he retired to the vestry
room, and dvesting himself of his surpIice
reappeared with "a pale and fragile looking
creature leaning on his arm. little group
was soon formed around the altar, aud in q
few moments the solemn ceremony which binds
two hearts together for Joy or sorrow had
united the youthful pair. Many foreboling
look was cast at the delicate bride, whose lip
and cheek were as white as her snowy robe I;
and even those who would have reproved
such an HnwOrldiy choice, were stayed by com
passion for his doom of speedy bereavement.
Feeble as child, the newly-wedded Isabel
WAS borne to the carriage, almost in her hus-
band arms; and when on the following day
the newspapers announced their departure for
Europe, few ever expected to see them both
return. But Frank knew the value Of the
prlZe he had gained, and he spared no effort
to WIN back health to the gentle Isabel. A
quiet retreat In the warm valleys of southern
France, and pleasant SO ol0urn in sunny Italy,
soon diminished the most alarming symptoms
OF disease. The care of her tender mother
and the attractions of the happy Susan, both
of whom We're companions of their wander
ings,l together with the watchfui tenderness of
her husband. We're not without their reward.
The smile of patient endurance on the lip of
the invalid was at length exchanged for the
Joyous expression of positive pleasure. A deli
cate tint, like that within the heart of the
white rose, once more frightened her cheek,
and the soft velvet Of her lip regained its wont
ed coral hue.


Happiness is better medeament than all the
smples in the herbal Of Hippocrates. When
Frank Gascoigne returned to his native land,
bringing with him his beautiful wife, and
a rosy-cheeked babe, the plague and pet of the
joyous Susan-few would have recognized the
dropping form of the young woman who soon
became the delight of that sinner circle that
best portion of society--the educated, the re-
fined, and the intellectual. Nor has the young
cergyman-now the faithful pastor of nu
merous flock, ever found cause TO regret the
seemingly fortuitious circumstances which led
bim to woo and win his gentle bride. Susan
has lived TO see the wish of her youth fulfill
ed; she has seen many "real grand party"
Indeed, nothing but Isabels noble influence
and example and the domestic happiness which
she beholds i'll that dear sisters home, has pre-
served her from becoming that most frivolous
Of creatures, ballroom belle.