The wedding took place on the 1st of July last; and in spite of the unhappy times, was a joyful one. Toward the end of the fete, and when they were uncorking two or three more bottles of old wine, in honor of M. Thiers and all the good men who are supporting him in founding the Republic in France, Cousin George announced to us that he had taken Jean Baptiste Werner into partnership in his stone quarry. Building stone will be wanted; the bombardments and the fires in Alsace will long furnish work for architects, quarrymen, and masons: it will be a great and important business. My cousin declared, moreover, that he, George Weber, would supply the money required; that Jean Baptiste should travel to take orders and work the quarries, and they would divide the profits equally. M. Fingado, notary, seated at the table, drew the deeds out of his pocket, and read them to us, to the satisfaction of all. And now things are in order, and we will try to regain by labor, economy, and good conduct, what Bonaparte lost for us by his Plebiscite. My story is ended; let every one derive from it such reflections and instruction as he may.