READY FURNISHED.

Thames Star, Volume VII, Issue 2131, 2 November 1875, Page 4

READY FURNISHED.

It was a pretty thing to do. What Younghusband did in a western town] He returned with Mrs Y. from the honeymoon meanderings. It had been understood that they were not to set up their Lares Familiares just then, from considerations of finance, refuge in-a boarding house being fixed upon.. When they got back—"Suppose," said he, "before we go to our boarding place we call upon a friend of mine." Agreed! They ring the bell; are shown into a pretty parlor ; they wait; no host, no hostess appears ; then denouement : " All this, my dear— house, tables, chairs, lounges, divans, cups and and saucers, cooking-stove, and what not, are ours, are yours, my darling !" He had prepared it, a surprise for her. Tears, of course! Kisses, probably. At any rate there should have been, dozen of them. And yft —and yet! I)o not let us be misunderstood! Younghusband is a good fellow, and we have great respect for him. If we should be in his town, and if he should ask us to tea, we would do for him what we would not do for everybody—-we would accept his invitation, and listen patiently to this story of the house and furniture ; and say "Ah !■" and "Yes," and praise the new carpets, &c. But still we ask, " What had Mrs Younghusband done that she should be defrauded of the dear delights of the ante-nuptial shopping ? " It was a bold thing in him, savoring slightly of presumption, to fancy that he knew the taste of any woman to such a nicety. The experiment may have succeeded this time, but in 99 cases it -would have failed, either by reason of too much green in the carpets, or of too little in the curtain, or because of an overprice paid for the breakfast service. If we had such a dreadful sense of responsibility upon the mind, we should shirk it; it was awful to think of. It would weigh us down. It would haunt us during the transaction of the litttle business xit the altar. It would go with us upon the honey-lunar journey. "Two much green in the carpets! " we should have whispered to ourselves as we sped side by side with her by rail over the land and by boat over the sea. It would have been the thorn of the roses. It would have dimmed a little the purple lips of love. We don't like to think' that Mrs Younghusband has already said, " Don't you believe, that the man would change that lounge ? It's a beautitul thing ; but -" No; we will not spoil a pretty story by such uncalled-for surmises. Of course we can understand that she can relieve her mind by doing business personally with the butcher and the grocer, but though she may live to a great and green age, and be a happy mother and a proud grandmother—as we pray that she may be —she will never be altogether Jreo from the recollection that she did not select that furniture. Time may dimmish the feeling—perhaps even eternity will never eradicate it altogether.—New York Tribune.