And this resolution he whispered fondly into the not unwilling ear of his loved one, who blushed and sighed, and put her lace-worked handkerchief to her eyes, and appeared absorbed in deep emotion and crimson confusion. When consulted upon this matter that same evening in his library, Sir Andrew sat in his easy chair with much affected state, and played with his watch-chain and keys in a smiling, self-complacent manner. “I couldn’t entertain any such project for the present; at least, not for one year, out of respect to Mr. Redgill, senior’s, memory, by which time you will have fully wound up your affairs, and perhaps think more seriously upon the point, Phillip.” The coldness and calculation of old Sir Andrew simply had the effect of redoubling the ardour of the lovers, who sighed and condoled together on the proverbial “cruelty of parents” with much melo-dramatic tenderness. Fanny did not confess it to her lover, but told “mamma” in confidence that she thought _three_ months would be sufficiently long to postpone the event. “For, who knows what may happen, mamma dear? I can’t get such a chance as dear Phillip every day. He is young, handsome, rich, and much courted. _Who_ knows _what_ might happen in twelve months?” Phillip, on the other hand, had his own motives for hastening the marriage, and sought every opportunity to visit and make love to his affianced. His eloquence and importunities were so impressive that he found the fair Fanny daily yielding to his arguments. And, knowing that she possessed a great vein of romance in her disposition, he played upon it so effectually that she finally consented to a clandestine marriage. “We can easily procure a ‘licence’ and get married a few miles out in the country without the old folks knowing anything about it, and then we can avow the act whenever we see that your cruel father will relent.” In accordance with this plan Phillip procured a marriage licence. Fanny met him, and, after two hours’ ride, they alighted at a small country town, and were privately married. EVERY BOY SHOULD READ THE NEW JOURNAL, THE BOYS OF ENGLAND, The Largest and Handsomest Publication of the Day! One Thousand Four Hundred Prizes GIVEN AWAY! COMPRISING THE FOLLOWING:— 2 SHETLAND PONIES. 6 NEWFOUNDLAND DOGS. 50 SPANIEL AND OTHER FANCY DOGS. 50 PAIRS OF PIGEONS. 50 PAIRS OF DUCKS AND FOWLS. 50 PAIRS OF PET RABBITS. 50 CRICKET BATS, BALLS, &c. 50 WATCHES. 50 VOLUMES OF SHAKSPERE. 100 CONCERTINAS. 50 BOXES OF WATER COLOURS. 50 BOWS AND ARROWS. 50 FOILS AND FENCING STICKS. 50 SETS OF BOXING GLOVES. 50 SETS OF FISHING TACKLE. SETS OF QUOITS, ETC., ETC. And many other Articles for In-door and Out-door Amusements, too numerous to mention. To every Purchaser is given A COMPLETE NEW PLAY, ENTITLED “ALONE IN THE PIRATES’ LAIR,” CONSISTING OF EIGHT SCENES, SEVEN SHEETS OF CHARACTERS, SIX WINGS AND FOOT-PIECES, AND A LARGE STAGE FRONT.