What is nickel, I wonder ?" The handwriting afforded no clew, so there the discussion ended: but it was a nice little mystery, and very convenient; made conversation.

Rosa had many an animated discussion about it with her female friends.
The wedding-day came at last.

The sun shone--ACTUALLY, as Rosa observed.
The carriages drove up.

The bridesmaids, principally old schoolfellows and impassioned correspondents of Rosa, were pretty, and dressed alike and delightfully; but the bride was peerless; her Southern beauty literally shone in that white satin dress and veil, and her head was regal with the Crown of orange-blossoms.

Another crown she had--true virgin modesty.