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that she was quite certain no one else would ever dream of, 

 and declined to say what it was ; thereby driving four- 

 teen of her bosom friends to the extreme verge of 

 curiosity — not to say envy. The same with the male 

 sex. Frank Morton was furious because Jack Fothergill 

 had bought the bridegroom the very same souvenir 

 that he had, viz., a silver cigar case. *' I can't change 

 it," growled Frank, ''because Fve had Charlies cwest 

 and monogwam engwaved on the back, don't you know." 

 Well, the eventful day came at last, and what a day ! 

 '' Happy the bride whom the sun shines upon," runs the 

 old saying, and if there is any truth in it, the fair 

 maiden in this case certainly had good reason for 

 rejoicing, for such a spring morning as that which greeted 

 her as she looked out of her window on this, her 

 wedding day, surely never was. The sun shone brightly ; 

 the trees and hedges were already sporting their spring 

 costumes of emerald green ; violets and primroses 

 crowded the banks and woods in endless profusion ; 

 the rooks were cawing away in the big elm trees, 

 holding a Home Rule Parliament of their own, judging 

 by the noise they made ; the wood-pigeons coo 

 armorously to each other in the woods, whilst the air 

 resounds with the notes from thousands of our feathered 

 friends, the song birds ; the blackbird, the thrush, the 

 lark, and the linnet, all apparently seeing which can sing 

 the loudest. Altogether, if not exactly coming up to Tom 

 Tootler's standard of what a hunting morning should be, 

 there is no denying that it is the day of all others for a 

 wedding. 



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