MAY  2? 
MOORE’S  RURAL  NEW-YORKER. 
UNFINISHED  STILL, 
A  baby's  bool,  and  a  skein  of  wool 
Faded,  and  soiled,  and  soft; 
Odd  thlups,  you  say— no  doubt  you’re  right— 
Bound  a  seaman's  nock  this  stormy  night. 
Up  in  the  yards  aloft. 
Most  like  it's  folly ;  but  mate  look  here : 
AVheii  first  1  wont  to  sea, 
A  woman  stood  on  tlio  far-off  strand, 
AVith  a  woddlug-ring  on  her  small,  soft  hand 
Which  clung  so  dose  to  me. 
My  w'ifo— (.lod  bless  her  !  The  day  before 
Hho  sat  beside  luy  foot ! 
And  thti  simUgbt  kisswl  her  yellow  hair. 
And  the  dainty  liUKons,  deft  and  fair, 
KuitUsi  u  baby’s  lioot. 
The  voyage  was  over;  1  came  ashore,— 
■What  tliink  you,  found  I  there.  ? 
A  grave  the  daisies  had  sprinkled  white, 
A  cottage  eniidy  and  dark  as  night. 
And  this  ix^slde  tho  chair. 
The  little  boot,  'twos  iinliniahcd  still; 
The  tangled  skein  lay  near ; 
But  the  knittc.r  hud  gnuo  away  to  rest. 
With  tho  baby  asleep  on  her  quiet  breast, 
Down  iu  the  churchyard  near.  [Anou. 
®ljc  ^toi-.u-®cUfr. 
FIFTY  YEAKS  AGO! 
AN  EPISODE  OF  THE  SEMINOLE  WAR. 
Hut,  ffrandpa,  did  you  really  fight  the  Indians, 
and  right  at  this  siwt,  too  ?” 
“  Lor’  bless  you,  clilld,  I  reckon  wo  did !  My ! 
it  makes  my  hair  sUind  on  end,  like  the  porky- 
pine,  to — ” 
“  Por-ett-plne,  grandpa.” 
“  Y'es,  that’s  It,  p<n’ky-plne.  Children  now-a- 
days  knows  a  mlglity  sight  more  'an  old  folks.” 
“  Hut,  1  say,  grandpa,  did  you— did  you  kill 
one  ?” 
“  Why,  I  'sped  I  did,  dearie,  llowsomcvcr.  It 
was  mighty  hot,  and  the  titrnal  rcnlsklu.s  Jest 
'hooped  and  hollered  like  they  was  goin’  to  send 
U.S  to  kingdom  eome  In  less  'an  no  lime.” 
“Oh!  wasn’t  It  frightful’/  Now,  gnindpa,  let’s 
begin  Just  as  they  do  In  the  storybooks  and  say 
‘once  upon  a  time,’ and  then  you  will  goon  and 
tell  mo  all  about  it.  Y’ou  must  hiive  been  awful 
brave  when  you  were  a  young  man,” 
"  He,  he !  you  young  Uatterer.  I  reckon  I’ll 
have  to  surrender  at  direction.” 
“  DLscretlou,  yea.  But  do  go  on,  grandpa, 
please.” 
“  You  aee  I  Ustod  quite  young  like,  and  the  fust 
thing  I  knowed  we  wai*  packed  off  bo  Florida  to 
tight  tho  Semlnolos.  (ron'al  Clinch  had  com¬ 
mand,  and  he  was  jest  a  parleyin’  and  pow¬ 
wowin’  like  fun  with  the  redskUia  over  at  Cami» 
King.  We  was  at  Fort  Brooke,— that  Is,  Major 
Uadc’s  men -and  one  bright  mornln’  tho  order 
come  to  march  to  Caiu|i  King.  Wo  packed  our 
Imps  In  a  hurry,  and  In  letss  ’an  no  time  wa.s  a 
gaily  inarchln'  emss  country.  Wc  didn’t  'spcct 
nothin’,  you  know,  ’caase  everything'  was  at 
licace,  llow.somover,  wo  thought,  so.  Well,  wo 
got  along  pretty  well  tor  about  forty  mile  or  so, 
when,  Jest  ius  we  enU’rcd  a  piece  of  woods,  bang, 
bang  went  the  guns,  and  the  red  fiends  were  on 
us  quicker ’an  you  could  say.!  iwk  Koblijsou!  1 
was  In  tho  rear  and  saw  the  nnm  go  down,  it 
was  my  first  flgbt,  and  1  fell  mighty  queer,  1  can 
tell  you.  But  It  was  tight  or  file,  mebbe  both,  and 
tlio  word  passed  along  that  Uio  .Major  wa.s  dead 
and  that  orders  would  come  fnjmCap’n  Gardiner. 
He  Avaa  a  brave  un’,  pom’  feller  I  Ho  jest  waved 
libs  sword  and  we  went  In  like  mad  and  drlv  tho 
enemy  quite  smart.  Then  wo  got  out  Infer  tho 
clearin’  and  commencetl  to  throw  up  a  brea.st- 
work.  They  seed  what  we  was  uj»  to,  and  afore 
wo  hud  finlshetl  two  feet  or  s«j  they  was  on  us 
again.  It  seemed  as  If  there  wjis  millions  of  ’em. 
We  tried  to  work  the  field-piece  wo  had  with  us, 
but,  bless  you !  as  last  as  we  impped  our  heads 
above  the  works  over  we  went  as  dead  as  Jerusa¬ 
lem.  So  we  calkerltttCHl  11  wouldn't  do  ta  have 
funerals  so  often  when  the  other  side  didn’t  show 
any  proper  signs  of  grief,  and  we  loaded  and  fired 
on  our  faces  a'most.  It  was  awful,  Hiough !  Wo 
kept  on  a  fightin'  this  way  for  some  time,  when, 
all  at  ouct,  our  anunenililon  gev  out.  Then  the 
ludlaus  ru.shed  ovijr  tho  breastwork  like  an  Incar¬ 
nate  Wave  of  red  destruction.  We  were  at  their 
mercy,  but,  aliw !  that  quality  was  not  included 
In  their  flcudLsh  natures.  The  last  I  remember  I 
Avas  a  layln’  about  lustily  aviui  the  but  end  of  my 
musket,  when  1  got  a  sluimin’  blow  and  remained 
Senseless  1  don't  know  liow  long.  When  I  come 
to  at  last,  I  found  myself  burletl  under  the  dead 
bodies  Of  my  comi  ades.  l  will  never  forget  how  l 
fell  as  I  crawled  out  and  Blujik  away  from  tho 
scene.  All  about  me  lay  tho  poor  boyo  that  was 
so  full  of  life  that  very  same  mornln’,  and  now  it 
was  as  silent  as  the  tomb,  and  the  frlghtfulest 
reelin’  came  over  mo  as  1  saw  the  carrion  birds 
hoverin’  over  their  expected  feast. 
”  Heigh-ho !  Well,  I  made  my  way  as  best  1 
could  to  camp,  only  to  learn  that  the  very  same 
day  GenT  Thompson  and  some  of  his  companions 
was  murdered  right  under  the  guns  of  the  fort. 
“  In  •3S  the  amiy  under  Oen’l  Gaines  passetl  this 
place,  and  right  here,  whore  you  sec  this  tree,  we 
come  upon  the  skel’tons  of  my  unfort’uato  com¬ 
panions.  It  was  a  sad  sight !  Lyin’  around,  sijat^ 
tered  like,  was  cartridge-boxes,  bits  of  clothln’ 
and  slch  like  'coulcTments.  Ter  one  side  wa.s  a 
cart  a’most  biu’ut,  aud  the  Skeltons  of  oxen  yoked 
to  It.  All  ’round  ua  lay  the  bones  of  tho  poor 
boys,  Jest  where  they  fell  and  sure  enuil  there. 
too,  was  the  old  field  gun,  some 'at  the  worse  for 
Avear. 
“  Well,  we  detailed  a  party  tn  gather  tho  bones 
and  put  them  In  tlio  ground  decent  like.  NluiJty- 
elght  pj'lvates  Avero  put  in  one  grave  and  eight 
ofiiccra  in  another.  Then  wo  planted  tho  old  gun 
at  the  head  of  the  ofilcers’  grave,  fired  a  volley 
and  left  the  spot.” 
’•  Grandpa,  how  did  you  happen  to  come  back 
here  to  live  7” 
“AA'oll,  you  see,  clilld,  arter  the  Avar  I  wfuit 
“  Frank !”  said  Aunt  Medusa,  with  ominous  ab¬ 
ruptness,  “  sit  down  agalu.  I’ve  something  to  say 
to  you.” 
Shu  foliled  herself,  as  It  Avere— Aunt  TSfedusa 
never  seemed  to  sit  do  wn  like  onllnary  humanity ; 
she  Avas  very  le.-ui  and  abnormally  long  and,  I 
ranclcd,  had  a  hinge  somewhere  about  the  middio 
of  her,  aud  nowhere  else— Into  a  straight,  knotty- 
backed,  medlsoval  chair  tliai  form<Hi  a  portion  of 
my  belongings  and  that,  regarded  as  .a  resting- 
place,  Invariably  imido  me  shudder:  folded  her 
“  AND  RIGHT  IIEUK,  AVHERF.  i  OU  SEE  THIS  TREE  !” 
back  homo;  but  the  family  had  got  sort  o’  scat¬ 
tered,  and  I  liked  this  couiil  ry,  so  1  Jest  asked 
your  grandma  l.o  come  along  and  help  me  make  a 
homo  In  Florida.  1  got  this  |)lo,'.e  of  land  from  tho 
Government,  and  Jierc  the  old  man  has  been  ever 
since.” 
*•  Where  did  iho  Imllans  go  to,  grandpa?” 
Ble.ss  you !  I  don’t  know,  child.  Tln-y  sent  ’em 
Home’eres  Wo.sl,  I  b’lleve,  and  I  heerd  .lohn  Gib¬ 
bons  tell  as  bow  they  are  .'ill  livin’ peaceful  like 
ui)  Hcd  Klver  way.  But  I  'Hjicet  It  taint  so.  It’s 
uilgliiy  hard  to  I'arn  them  redskins  to  bo  like  de¬ 
cent  lolk-S. 
“  Thar,  now,  you  have  made  tho  old  man  l  un 
on  until  his  tongue  claMered  Jest  like  a  mill 
Avheel,  1  declar’ !  But  them  was  awful  times !” 
- ■■  '■ 
THAT  AWFUL  SMITH. 
CHAPTER  I. 
A  iJEFEitENTiAi.  tup  lit  tho  outcr  door,  and  then 
the  low-pltch(!d  voice  of  my  man  AVard  woke  mo 
from  my  morning  dream.  It  loau  annoying.  The 
clock  on  the  mantel-piece  had  Just  struck  one;  it 
was  a  divinely-tempered  May  day,  and  a  man  felt 
In  no  humor  to  attack  tho  usual  pile  of  letters 
from  creditors.  I  had  carefully  llUed  and  llghtixl 
my  pipe,  yielded  mj’self  with  a  la/y  sigh  to  tlie 
soft  cuibractis  of  my  pet  lounging  chair  dr;iwu  up 
close  to  the  open  vvlndow  where  the  sunshades 
Mapped  languidly  over  miniature  hanging  gardens 
—I  had  done  all  this,  anil  obllATous  for  a  while  of 
debts  and  duns  aud  entanglements,  was  falling 
fust  Into  a  blKsful  trance,  like  a  Cok‘.sUal  In  a 
slate  of  bhang,  wlien — 
“  Please,  sir,”  said  Ward,  opiming  the  door. 
Brought  biu:k  to  sublunary  matters  thus,  1  look¬ 
ed  at  lilm  reproachfully. 
“  I  thought  I  told  you - ”  I  murmured. 
“Y'ea,  sir— 1  knoAv!”  ho  responded,  anxious  to 
vindicate  my  confidence  In  him;  “you  wasn’t  to 
be  disturbed-  .More  I  shouldn’t  have,  sU- ;  only— 
It’s  your  aunt :  It  was  no  good  trying  to  stop  her. 
And  she's  coming  up.” 
Ward  stated  the  exact  truth ;  it  was  no  good 
trying  to  stop  her. 
I  dreiv  the  amber  mouthpiece  of  the  pliie  .slowly 
from  bolween  rolucUmt  lips;  laid  It  down  avIGi  a 
covetous  sigh  and  a  faintly  muttered  strong  ejac¬ 
ulation,  and  resigned  myaelf  to  my  fate. 
The  door  opened  once  more,  and  Aunt  Medusa 
pranced  through  the  opening  straight  down  upon 
me  with  a  more  determined  expression  than  *isual 
upon  her  aristocratic  face. 
Ward  made  u  rapid  exit,  and  the  outer  door 
closed  behind  hlrn. 
“  My  dear  aunt !”  I  drawled,  picking  myself  up 
languidly  and  moAlng  a  step  or  tAvo  to  meet  my 
Infliction. 
long  thoroughbred  gloved  hands,  and  held  mo 
with  her  glittering  eye. 
1  felt  I  was  likely  to  bo  in  for  It.  Tho  charges 
th.at  might  be  brougtit  against  me  were  .so  mani¬ 
fold  thill  1  only  apnculiil,ed,  In  that  moment's 
brciiihliig  lime  I  got,  which  iiartlnulur  one  I  was 
to  be  called  to  plead  to  on  this  riccaslon. 
I  thought  of  that  neatly  red-taiied  and  dockeU;d 
sheaf  of  bills  In  tho  bottrun  drawer  of  my  writing 
desk,  all  Imiiarliiilly  unpaid ;  of  my  losses  at  .le- 
romo  I’ark ;  of  my  siibsoiiuent  (and  consequent) 
transactions  with  Air.  NepUiull  of  No.  Bowery ; 
of  my  flirtation  with  AHss  Boaucatcher,  and  I  Wiis 
rather  curloiLS  to  know  where  Aunt  .Medusa  avius 
going  to  break  ground;  for  that  lilgh-actloned, 
hlgh-nosed,  hlgh-tcnipercd  relative  of  mine,  with 
all  three  iieeiillariUes  more  strongly  marked  than 
ever,  was  obviously  about  to  come  down  on  mo 
for  sonictliing. 
Aunt  Medusa  had  no  euil  of  money,  aud  as  I  was 
tho  hell’  pi’CHumptlvo,  I  i:harttably  assumed  she 
had  acquired  the  right  of  bullying  me  to  any  ex¬ 
tent,  and  she  was  by  no  means  slow  to  exorcise  it, 
Only,;shc  had  been  usually  wont  to  send  for  me  to 
Park  Avenue  when  she  wanted  to.  What  could 
have  brought  bei’  to  Bond  street  at  this  undue 
hour  this  morning  7 
“Well, Aunt  Medusa,”!  Avent  on  aloud— fori 
was  getting  rather  nervous  under  the  prolonged 
gaxe  of  the  lady’s  glittering  eye— “  aud  what  have 
you  to  say  to  me?” 
Hero  I  glanced  ruefully  at  the  pipe  on  tho  little 
table  at  my  elbow,  thinking  X  could  have  stood 
Avhat  was  coming  better  If  I  could  have  had  It  be¬ 
tween  my  Ups  again. 
“Just  this,  Frank,”  said  my  aunt;  “  I  saw,  like 
every  one  else,  the  way  you  wore  going  on  last 
night  with  that  horrible  woman.” 
1  knew  what  my  crime  was  then— Annie  Mon- 
tressor. 
“  What  horrible  woman?”  I  asked  Innocently; 
“  and  how  did  I  go  on?” 
“  You  know  Avhat  T  mean.  That  Airs.  Montres- 
aor.  .Montressor,  Indeed  1”  snorted  .Aunt  Medusa, 
In  an  Indignant  parontheals,  “  her  name’s  no  more 
Moutressor  than  mine  Is,  I’ll  be  hound.” 
“So  I’ve  hoard,”  I  rcepondeil  meekly;  “but  It 
she  likes  to  call  herself  so,  why— and  Mrs.  Flt/- 
Fuike  has  taxon  her  up  tnis  season,  you  know.” 
Now  Mrs.  Fltz-Fulkc  Is  one  or  the  leaders  of  the 
Elect ;  with  power  to  bUid  and  loose,  and  mako 
and  mar;  a  very  Uioarnatlon  of  Propriety;  to  bo 
taken  up  of  whom  Is  to  gain  the  meed  of  all  Avho 
despairingly  dcslro  tho  same  good  fortune. 
“Ml'S.  I'TU-Fulkc  13  a  foolJ”  snapped  my  un¬ 
compromising  relative  sharply  ;  forgetting,  os  I 
fondly  hoped,  her  wrath  against  me  In  her  wrath 
at  the  cogency  of  my  arguments;  “she  Is  a  fool! 
This  Airs.  Monlro3.sor"— indignant  snort  again— 
“this  Mrs.  Moutressor  has  completely  got  over 
her  hy  going  to  hear  Mrs.  BurthAvalto,  tho  revival¬ 
ist,  every  Sunday,  and  that  sort  of  thing.” 
“  Well,  she  tu«8erve.s  soumthlng  for  ifmc  /”  I  ven¬ 
tured  to  suggest ;  “  It  must  bo  decidedly  tho  re¬ 
verse  of  festive ;  and — ” 
But  Aunt  Alodusa  wasn't  to  be  turninl  from  her 
IKilnt.  She  had  como  to  Bond  street  to  hold  forth 
to  me  on  the  helnotts  nature  of  my  flirtation  with 
tho  dangerous  ClriiO  Lliat  every  woman  In  New 
York  envied  and  hated,  aud  said  siilleful  things 
about ;  and  she  did  It. 
"The  long  aud  short,  of  It  Is,  Fnmk,”  Aunt  Ale- 
dusa  said,  by  wiiy  of  general  conclusion,  opening 
and  shutting  her  under  Jaw  like  a  8tecl-ti  :ip  be¬ 
tween  each  word,  and  nodding  her  head  at  me 
emphatically,  “tho  long  and  tho  short  of  ills, 
that  you  must  marry.  A  nd  H  le  wjoucr  the  better. 
There  1" 
I  wasn’t  certainly  lU’epared  tor  this  heroic  rem- 
otly;  but  I  managed  to  mako  answer  with  toler¬ 
able  comiHiSure. 
“  AVoll,  yes ;  T  supjiosc  I  must  when  tho  right 
woman  asks  mo.  But  that  hasn’t  Inippcned  to  me 
yet;  so - ” 
“  Fiddlestick  I”  ejaculated  Aunt  Aledusa.  “  You 
will  be  good  enough  to  do  as  you’re  bid.  I  mean 
you  to  be  married  betoru  Christmas!” 
Tlioro  was  no  quostlou  l.lmt  she  looked  iia  If  she 
meant  lU  nt  any  rate.  Tlio  situation  was  becom¬ 
ing  ratUei’  alarming. 
“  Who  Is  nh(‘7”  I  .asked,  snbmls.slvcly. 
“She  Is  very  nice,  Frank,”  Aunt  Medusm  said, 
propitiated;  “  but  I  shan't  tell  you  who  she  Is  till 
you’ve  soon  her.  What  are  you  going  to  do  this 
afternoon?” 
I  had  Intended  l/j  spond  tho  most  of  it  in  Annlo 
Montrosaor'H  p.arlor,  so  1  said : 
“Going  to  hoar  Momly  and  SanUoy,  1  think.” 
“  Oh !”  said  Auhl  Medusa ;  “  woll,  then  you  had 
bettor  come  down  to  Mi’s.  I,eo  Huntingdon’s  gar- 
tlcri  party  at  Astoria  afterwards.  I  have  a  card 
for  you.” 
“Very  won,”  I  assontetL  A  nd  then,  as  a  thought 
sti  uek  me,  *•  Is  sho  to  be  thoro  ?” 
“  Perhaps,”  replied  Aunt  Moilusa,  rising  all  of  a 
piece  upon  her  hinge  and  preparing  to  ihqiart. 
“  Hoii’l  be  liiler  than  four,  mlinl.  “  No;  you  can’t 
Hoo  mo  dowMSlnlrs  In  that  ilreas!”-  -as  1  dutifully 
moved  towards  tho  door  with  her— “  Ward  will 
open  the  door  for  mo.  tiood-bye  I” 
And  my  aunt  was  gone. 
1  tell  U)  smoking  again,  spoculatlng  Avho  my 
Fate  was  to  be.  I  had  no  thought  of  avoiding  It. 
It  was  less  trouble  to  bo  mari’lod  than  to  combat 
a  resolution  or  Aunt  Medusa’s;  and  I  am,  natur¬ 
ally,  the  la/, lest  man  of  my  acquaintance.  Alore- 
ovor,  1  couldn’t  afford  to  quarrel  with  her,  oven  If 
I  had  had  tho  oiiorgy.  i  concluded,  as  Artemu.s 
says,  “  to  lot  things  slide.” 
Ju.st  as  I  had  awoke  to  tho  consciousness  that  It 
Avos  ume  to  dress,  ttoarUo  T  wlstloton  and  hl.s  bull- 
pup  came  In. 
Tho  latter  always  ovlncod  a  ilcadly  animosity 
to  my  person,  and  Invariably  flow  at  my  h^gs  as 
he  oaught  sight  of  mo,  as  ho  did  on  this  occasion. 
Practice,  however,  had  made  me  perfect  In  juy 
system  or  (lorenco ;  and  I  klckoil  him  dexterously 
buck  again  to  his  ailiulring  owni.-r,  avIio  (pilctcd 
him  by  tho  aiipllcatJon  of  his  own  boot-heel. 
“  PluekT,  nlii’t  ho 7”  CluirlU!  salil.  “  Nearly  nlp- 
jiCil  you,  Frank.  He’d  butler  havn  sotnctUliig  to 
eat.  W.-ird,  feteh  mo  a  bit  of  meat  of  some  kind- 
raw,  ndud!”  OvcrwhliU  refreshment  the  bull- 
pup  continued  to  growl  at  mo  at  Intervals. 
“  Going  to  tho  garden  riarty  7”  asked  Twlstletou, 
by-and-by. 
“  Supposed  to  bo,”  I  said. 
“  Same  hero.  I’ll  drive youovor  If  you  like.  Cut 
uAvay  aud  di’oss.” 
1  wont  and  dressed ;  thinking  that  as  the  matter 
was  thus  deckled  for  mo  I’d  better  go  to  Astoria 
and  not  to  .Mrs.  .Vlontressor’s. 
“  We’ll  leave  tho  pup  hero,"  Charllo  said,  when 
I  emorged  from  my  beilroom.  “  He’d  bo  in  tho 
way,  perhaps.  In  the  trap.  Uoiuiy  ?  Gome  along.” 
(Tiai  llo’a  dog-cart  was  waiting  bolow.  Tlio  next 
minute  wo  were  charging  at  his  usual  pace  down 
Broadway  to  the  ferry. 
“  I  say,”  said  my  Jehu,  lolling  his  arms  on  tho 
apron,  aud  iramiuilly  IndlfTeronL  to  the  fact  that 
wo  had  shaved  by  a  ponderous  coal  cart  with 
about  an  inch  to  spare.  “  1  say,  lYank,  I  hoitc 
she's  there  I  That’s  all  I’m  going  for— to  see  her." 
“  All  I’m  going  tor  too."  I  muttered,  thinking  of 
myAiture. ;  “  who  do  yon  mean,  though  7” 
“  Woman  oveii’body’s  talking  about,  to  be  sure.” 
“.And  who’s  she?” 
“  Who?”  Charlie  drawled, its  wo  swung  shaiqily 
through  tho  gate  that  hid  to  the  ferry  siud  sent 
the  stock  In  trade  of  tho  apple  vender  Into  tho 
middle  of  the  street;  “who?  Why,  .Mi’s.  AVy- 
broAvo,  of  course  I  Jove !  wo  smashed  something, 
didn’t  we  ?" 
CHAPTER  II. 
“  But  who  is  Mrs.  Wybrowe  ?  And  why  Is  every¬ 
body  tolklng  about  her?”  l  persisted. 
“Long  stoiy,”  Charlie  responded:  “romantic, 
and  that-  However,  old  Upas  told  mo  all  about  it 
last  night;  and  here  It  Is.” 
And  this,  briefly,  and  divested  of  Twlstleton’s 
peculiar  diction,  wa.s  the  story: 
Wybrowe,  Brii/lUan  mllllonaU’C,  ago  seventy 
or  thcreabouta,  marries  Holen  Chetwyud,  linpe- 
cnnlons  beUc,  aged  nineteen,  daughtor  of  an 
American  consul  In  tnose  parts ;  and,  iifter  two 
years  of  connubial  felicity,  considerately  dies. 
AVybrowu  Is  Jealous  as  a  Spaniard ;  and  his  Jeal¬ 
ousy  looks  beyond  his  own  life.  -Mo  lie  leaves  a 
terrible  will  behind  him.  This  cunnlngly-eoh- 
trtved  doeumont  provides  that  his  widow,  then 
just  twenty-one,  shall  receive  and  enjoy  an  In¬ 
come  of  some  tTB,u(W  per  iinuum  so  long— and  only 
solong— assne  shaU  remain  unmarried;  that  if 
she  do  marry  again,  she  shall  receive  absolutely 
nothing— the  entire  estate  or  t  he  deccaaod  passing 
