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LOVERS' TROUBLES.
Sing all a green willow;
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Sing all a green willow must be my garland."
Old Song.
The fair Julia having nearly recovered
from the effects of her hawking
disaster, it begins to be thought high
time to appoint a day for the wedding.
As every domestic event in a venerable
and aristocratic family connexion like
this is a matter of moment, the fixing
upon this important day has, of course,
given rise to much conference and debate.
Some slight difficulties and demurs
have lately sprung up, originating in the
peculiar humours that are prevalent at
the Hall. Thus, I have overheard a
very solemn consultation between Lady
Lillycraft, the parson, and Master Simon,
as to whether the marriage ought not to
be postponed until the coming month.
With all the charms of the flowery
month of May, there is, I find, an ancient
prejudice against it as a marrying month.
An old proverb says, "To wed in May
is to wed poverty." Now, as Lady
Lillycraft is very much given to believe