I hear you are to marry our Roger's pretty Grace." Jonathan appeared like a sheep in livery.
"You must quit my service." Jonathan was quite alarmed.

"Do you suppose, Master Jonathan, that I can house at Hurstley, before a Lady Vincent comes amongst us to keep the gossips quiet, such a charming little wife as that, and all her ruddy children ?" It was Grace's turn to feel confused, so she "looked like a rose in June," and blushed all over, as Charles Lamb's Astraea did, down to the ankle.
"Yes, Jonathan, you and I must part, but we part good friends: you have been a noble lover: may you make the girl a good and happy husband! Jennings has been robbing me and those about me for years: it is impossible to separate specially my rights from his extortions: but all, as I have said, shall be satisfied: meanwhile, his hoards are mine.

I appropriate one half of them for other claimants; the remaining half I give to Grace Floyd as dower.

Don't be a fool, Jonathan, and blubber; look to your Grace there, she's fainting--you can set up landlord for yourself, do you hear ?--for I make yours honestly, as much as Roger found in his now lucky Crock of Gold." Poor Roger, quite unmanned, could only wave his hat, and--the curtain falls amid thunders of applause.
END OF THE CROCK OF GOLD.
* * * * * THE TWINS; A DOMESTIC NOVEL.
BY MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER, A.M., F.R.S.
AUTHOR OF PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY.
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