mortar that
holds the soshull bricks together.

But there ain't but darn few pholks who put their money in matrimony
who could set down and giv a good written opinyun whi on arth they
cum to did it.

This iz a grate proof that it iz one ov them natral kind ov
acksidents that must happen, jist az birds fly out ov the nest, when
they hav feathers enuff, without being able tew tell why.

Sum marry for buty, and never diskover their mistake; this iz lucky.

Sum marry for money, and--don't see it.

Sum marry for pedigree, and feel big for six months, and then very
sensibly cum tew the conclusion that pedigree ain't no better than
skimmilk.

Sum marry ter pleze their relashons, and are surprised tew learn that
their relashuns don't care a cuss for them afterwards.

Sum marry bekause they hav bin highsted sum where else; this iz a
cross match, a bay and a sorrel; pride may make it endurable.

Sum marry for love without a cent in the pocket, nor a friend in the
world, nor a drop ov pedigree. This looks desperate, _but it iz the
strength ov the game_.

If marrying for love ain't a suckcess, then matrimony iz a ded beet.

Sum marry bekauze they think wimmin will be skarse next year, and liv
tew wonder how the crop holds out.

Sum marry tew get rid of themselfs, and diskover that the game waz
one that two could play at, and neither win.

Sum marry the seckond time to git even, and find it a gambling game,
the more they put down, the less they take up.

Sum marry tew be happy, and not finding it, wonder whare all the
happiness on earth goes to when it dies.

Sum marry, they kan't tell whi, and liv, they kan't tell how.

Almoste every boddy gits married, and it iz a good joke.

Sum marry in haste, and then set down and think it careful over.

Sum think it over careful fust, and then set down and marry.

Both ways are right, if they hit the mark.

Sum marry rakes tew convert them. This iz a little risky, and takes a
smart missionary to do it.

Sum marry coquetts. This iz like buying a poor farm, heavily
mortgaged, and working the ballance ov yure days tew clear oph the
mortgages.

THE ROMANCE OF CARRIGCLEENA.

BY HERCULES ELLIS.

"Oh! wizard, to thine aid I fly,
With weary feet, and bosom aching;
And if thou spurn my prayer, I die;
For oh! my heart! my heart! is breaking:
Oh! tell me where my Gerald's gone--
My loved, my beautiful, my own;