18/31 When I was in Canada in 1851, at an hotel in Kingston, the waiter comes to tell me that two persons wanted to see me on special business. Admitted, there appeared a very decent man and woman dressed in their best, and with ribbons and flowers. What might they want with me? Oh but, sir, you write religion, and we like your books, and we've come across from New York State to Canada to get married,--so please, &c. &c. |