CHAPTER X.
THE HONEY-MOON.
The weak at Fontingblow past quickly away; and at the end of it, our son and daughter-in-law--a pare of nice young tuttle-duvs--returned to their nest, at the Hotel Mirabew.

I suspeck that the COCK turtle-dove was preshos sick of his barging.
When they arriv'd, the fust thing they found on their table was a large parsle wrapt up in silver paper, and a newspaper, and a couple of cards, tied up with a peace of white ribbing.

In the parsle was a hansume piece of plum-cake, with a deal of sugar.

On the cards was wrote, in Goffick characters, Earl of Crabs.
And, in very small Italian, Countess of Crabs.
And in the paper was the following parrowgraff:-- "MARRIAGE IN HIGH LIFE .-- Yesterday, at the British embassy, the Right Honorable John Augustus Altamont Plantagenet, Earl of Crabs, to Leonora Emilia, widow of the late Lieutenant-General Sir George Griffin, K.C.
B.An elegant dejeune was given to the happy couple by his Excellency Lord Bobtail, who gave away the bride.

The elite of the foreign diplomacy, the Prince Talleyrand and Marshal the Duke of Dalmatia on behalf of H.M.the King of France, honored the banquet and the marriage ceremony.