“Time wore on, and at length, to my most pressing solicitations it was
conceded that a day for our marriage should be appointed. Not even the
unlucky termination of this my second love affair can deprive me of
the happy souvenir of the few weeks which were to intervene before our
destined union.
“The mornings were passed in ransacking all the shops where wedding
finery could be procured—laces, blondes, velvets, and satins, littered
every corner of the deanery—and there was scarcely a carriage in a
coach-maker’s yard in the city that I had not sat and jumped in, to try
the springs, by the special direction of Mrs. Eversham, who never ceased
to impress me with the awful responsibility I was about to take upon
me, in marrying so great a prize as her daughter—a feeling I found very
general among many of my friends at the Kildare Street club.
“Among the many indispensable purchases which I was to make, and
about which Fanny expressed herself more than commonly anxious, was a
saddle-horse for me. She was a great horse-woman, and hated riding with
only a servant; and had given me to understand as much about half-a-dozen
times each day for the last five weeks. How shall I acknowledge
it—equestrianism was never my forte. I had all my life considerable
respect for the horse as an animal, pretty much as I dreaded a lion or
a tiger; but as to any intention of mounting upon the back of one, and
taking a ride, I should as soon have dreamed of taking an airing upon a
giraffe; and as to the thought of buying, feeding, and maintaining such
a beast at my own proper cost, I should just as soon have determined to
purchase a pillory or a ducking-stool, by way of amusing my leisure
hours.
“However, Fanny was obstinate—whether she suspected anything or not I
cannot say—but nothing seemed to turn her from her purpose; and although
I pleaded a thousand things in delay, yet she grew each day more
impatient, and at last I saw there was nothing for it but to submit.
“When I arrived at this last bold resolve, I could not help feeling that
to possess a horse, and not be able to mount him, was only deferring
the ridicule; and as I had so often expressed the difficulty I felt in
suiting myself as a cause of my delay, I could not possibly come forward
with anything very objectionable, or I should be only the more laughed
at. There was, then, but one course to take; a fortnight still intervened
before the day which was to make me happy, and I accordingly resolved to
take lessons in riding during the interval, and by every endeavor in my
power become, if possible, able to pass muster on the saddle before my
bride.
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