When it came full day, and the fathers, mothers, and other relatives arrived at the door, they all listened, and hearing no one speak, at first concluded that the unfortunate man was either dead, or mortally wounded by his ferocious bride. In this they were the more confirmed when they saw the bride standing at the door, and the bridegroom not there. But when the lady saw them advancing, she walked gently on tiptoe towards them, and whispered, “False friends, as you are, how dared you to come up to the door in that way, or to say a word! Be silent! as you value your lives, and mine also.” And when they were all made acquainted with what she said, they greatly wondered; but when they learnt all that had passed during the night, their wonder was changed into admiration of the young man, for having so well known how to manage what concerned him, and to maintain order in his house. And from that day forth, so excellently was his wife governed, and well-conditioned in every respect, that they led a very pleasant life together. Such, indeed, was the good example set by the son-in-law, that a few days afterwards the father-in-law, desirous of the same happy change in his household, also killed a horse; but his wife only said to him, “By my faith, Don Fulano, you have thought of this plan somewhat too late in the day; we are now too well acquainted with each other.”
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SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.
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SUMMER MORNING LANDSCAPE.—DELTA.
The eyelids of the morning are awake;
The dews are disappearing from the grass;
The sun is o’er the mountains; and
the trees,
Moveless, are stretching through the blue
of heaven,
Exuberantly green. All noiseless
The shadows of the twilight fleet away,
And draw their misty legion to the west,
Seen for awhile, ’mid the salubrious
air,