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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 edition. Excerpt: ...cattle, and the reputation of a well-to-do, honest farmer. He was determined to marry Jenny, and, after long perseverance, on the old plea of "getting rid" of the lover, she consented to become the wife. There was no necessity, we are told, when Jenny Morgan's marriage was determined on, to send round a "Lavier;" Jenny was a universal favourite, and her mother's shop was crowded with presents. The day was fixed, the little Welsh farmer was more light and cheerful and noisy than ever--his joy was overflowing; he slapped every young fellow of his acquaintance on the shoulder with treble his usual energy, repeating, " Nothing like perseverance, my boy--nothing like perseverance." The steady old Welshmen declared "that Master Owen Richards was like one mad," and that "Jenny would find it no easy thing to keep him quiet." The evening before the wedding day had come, and Jenny was putting a few last bows of narrow white satin ribbon between the borders of her lace cap, when an old friend of Jenny's entered her little room, and closed the door. She was the bridesmaid, and had right of entry. "Jenny, dear woman," she said, " I have something to tell you that I'd rather keep; but I mustn't keep it, because if it come to you on a sudden it would scare you like." Jenny looked up with her sweet serious eyes, still twiddling with the ribbon. "Speak it up, Mary; things don't scare me as they used." "I have seen an old friend o' yours up street." "Not--not Tom Evans?" Mary nodded her head. The cap and the ribbons fell on the floor ns Jenny sprang to the door. "Don't hold me, Mary! If Tom Evans is in life, I can never go to parson with Owen...