CriQiPtiied—UXedding Toutr. 



T is done. The banns have been called. 

 The marriage ceremony has been per- 

 formed. And amid the ringing of bells, 

 cheers of friends, and a shower of old slippers, I 

 drive off with my wife to spend the honeymoon 

 in Italy. But we never get further than London. 

 Here I find out, quite by accident, that Italy 

 has no attraction for her equal to home, my 

 much-loved home. This I discover one day on 

 proposing that she should get some additional 

 furniture and ornament for her drawing-room and 

 boudoir. She will not hear of it. She has seen my 

 house, and says, "The dear old place is simply 

 perfect, and wants nothing to improve.it. And oh ! 

 how she is longing to find herself there ! " 



Can I believe my ears? What joy to hear this ! 

 It is the very wish of my heart to see her duly 

 installed as mistress of my hearth and home. Such, 

 then, being the desire of both of us, we decide to 

 turn our steps westward at once. 



Home. 



|E have been at home for a few weeks only, 

 yet every province of my little kingdom has 

 experienced a new departure. I am still 

 supposed to rule, but I have to submit to the guidance 



