Clarksville Weekly Chronicle

Several Things.
First. we were all invited yesterday to take a birth-day dinner with Lewis Hale. "Uncle Lewis" was 68 years old, and though a bachelor does not mind telling his age. David Copperfield's "bachelor" friend was not a kinder hearted man than is our host. His neighbors flocked in and we sat down to a bountiful repast. We had a pleasant time. Our friend has a great horror of owing anything. Since our acquaintance began he discovered one day, by accident, that he owed a sum which he thought had been paid many years ago. The original parties were dead, but their descendants lived. He mounted his horse in haste, and took two pairs of specs with him, one to see near and the other far off. He posted to the court house and having satisfied himself of his indebtedness made things right and felt happy. The whole affair had been out of date long years ago but he has no use for the statute of limitation.
And now we turn to a belated wedding party. Leaving the guests of the birth-day feast, we post to Collinsville to find the church brilliantly lighted, flowers in the chan-cel, and an expectant crowd watching the door for the entrance of the happy bridal party. The hour passes, and another, and still another but no wedding. I think best to ride to the bride's home and inquire. Here is the bride. four bridesmaids and their friends. but no news from the bridegroom and his party. Things grow a little monotonous. But ten minutes before "low twelve" we are all on the floor and the ceremony is performed. A tardy train explains it all. The bridegroom had never been married before in his life and he went clear to Nashville for his outfit. and we were too far from the station for telegrams to do any good. "All's well that ends well." Variety is indeed the spice of life.
J. W. C.
Southside, May 6, 1881.