"The fact is, I've set my heart on it, and you owe me something for the way you treated me the last Thanksgiving I was here, seven years ago.

Now don't you ?" "Well, yes, I do, so have it just as you will." And so it was accomplished the next evening.
And among the wonders of Mapleton Miss Briskett announced it as chief, that it was the first time she ever heard of a bride that was married first and had her wedding-dress made the week after! She never had heard of such a thing.
Yet, strange to say, for years after neither of the parties concerned found themselves a bit the worse for it.
THE FIRST CHRISTMAS OF NEW ENGLAND.
The shores of the Atlantic coast of America may well be a terror to navigators.

They present an inexorable wall, against which forbidding and angry waves incessantly dash, and around which shifting winds continually rave.

The approaches to safe harbors are few in number, intricate and difficult, requiring the skill of practiced pilots.
But, as if with a pitying spirit of hospitality, old Cape Cod, breaking from the iron line of the coast, like a generous-hearted sailor intent on helpfulness, stretches an hundred miles outward, and, curving his sheltering arms in a protective circle, gives a noble harborage.

Of this harbor of Cape Cod the report of our governmental Coast Survey thus speaks: "It is one of the finest harbors for ships of war on the whole of our Atlantic coast.