They have turned out to be
the merest cupboards in the wall. Nat, who had travelled and seen
London, is by no means so surprising a fellow to your manhood as he was
to the boy. He has grown spare, and wears spectacles. He is not so
famous as he was. You would hardly think of consulting him now about
your marriage, or even about the price of goats upon London Bridge.
As for Jenny,--your first, fond flame!--lively, romantic, black-eyed
Jenny,--the reader of "Thaddeus of Warsaw,"--who sighed and wore blue
ribbons on her bonnet,--who wrote love-notes,--who talked so tenderly of
broken hearts,--who used a glass seal with a Cupid and a dart,--dear
Jenny!--she is now the plump and thriving wife of the apothecary of the
town! She sweeps out every morning at seven the little entry of the
apothecary's house; she buys a "joint" twice a week from the butcher,
and is particular to have the "knuckle" thrown in for soups; she wears a
sky-blue calico gown, and dresses her hair in three little flat quirls
on either side of her head, each one pierced through with a two-pronged
hair-pin.
She does not read "Thaddeus of Warsaw" now.
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