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A BOLD STROKE FOR A WIFE.
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time too; however, he promised to set a third of a
man (otherwise three or four tailors) to work on the
things immediately; and, that they should be home
punctually by eight o’clock on the Saturday night. The
week passed on as quickly as weeks generally pass to
all, but Mr Ap-J.—to him it seemed an age—never
since he was in business did he remember the days
lagging so. Saturday came at last, however, and so
did 8 o’clock, but brought no clothes from Snip’s;
our friend grew fidgetty,—the clock struck nine with¬
out them appearing, and he began to fear the tailor
must have mistaken the next Saturday for this. “ Hope
deferred maketh the heart sick.” “ Smiles that come
to all came not to him.” “ Falsehood, thy name is
tailor.” He was very miserable, when a rap was given
at the door; to it he went, and hugged to his heart
the dear habiliments. My readers will, I am sure,
sympathise with him, when they consider what de¬
pended upon his proper appearance the next day. He
went to bed, but no sleep closed his eyes, and after a
feverish night, he rose at four to prepare for his jour¬
ney. I had nearly forgotten, in my hurry to get to
church with him, that he was from 10 to 12 on Sa¬
turday night trying on his clothes, and they fit to ad¬
miration. After he had shaved, washed, brushed, and
got every thing adjusted for the fiftieth time, without
tasting breakfast, and praying internally in the most
fervent manner that his hopes might be realized, he
got on his hat, went to the door, and found that there
had been in the night a very strong thaw, accelerated
and accompanied by rain, and that the streets were as
slippery as glass. Nothing daunted, however, after put-