The Argosy — page 85: what you’re looking at

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74 At a German Silver Wedding. This went on through an interminably long description of all the principal persons at the ‘‘ Grandfather’s” marriage, and the chief adventures of his wedded life. As these were not very interesting, and related chiefly to his joining the militia and finding his cow — stolen on his return home, I found [ had had enough of the “ Grand- father” and his experiences of life after about an hour. So, taking advantage of a waltzing interval, I stole away into the quiet, sweet- smelling night, and hurried home to the castle, leaving Julius, my protector, pirouetting far too nimbly with the postmistress to give me a thought. There was not even a stork abroad along the starlit road, but up at the Schloss terrace I could still plainly hear the continuation, not the conclusion, of the ‘‘ Grandfather ;’ and Julius, who was very _ stiff and headachey next day, told me the dancing had been kept up, with refreshment between, until six in the morning, when most of the guests went straight off to work, carrying their gala clothes with them in bundles, from which they had produced their working dress. And so ended Frau Bartles’ silver wedding, which was considered in Sebaldsbriick to be an unparalleled success, and I venture to hope its description may interest some English reader. G. B. STUART. LIFE. Was it not said by some great sage That life is an unwritten page ? We write our fate, and when old age Or death comes on, We drop the pen. For good or ul, from day to day, Each deed we do, each word we say, Makes its impress upon the clay Which moulds the minds Of other men. And all our acts and words are seeds Sown o’er the past, whence future deeds Spring up, to form or wheat or weeds ; And as we’ve sown So reap we then. P. W. COPMIEMDOOKS COKn