Herald Of The Times

Mr. and Mrs. Goldschmidt left Boston the afternoon after their marriage, and repaired directly to Northampton—via Springfield. (by the grace of rail route.) where they will reside for the present, at least. The Springfield Republican announces the warbler's marriage in the following playful manner:

The deed was done at Boston, Thursday morning, and the happy bridegroom is Otto Goldschmidt, the pianist at her Concerts.

Will the lip of the husband seal the voice of the virgin songstress? How was it brought about? Why were we not spoken to about the matter? Where are they going to live? What did she wear? Was she reconciled? And what is the condition of the country?

Well! we'll begin again, for in the excitement of the occasion, we have fairly run off the track. Nobody thought Jenny Lind was going to marry Mr. Goldschmidt, yet it was very natural that she should be smitten with Mr. Goldschmidt, and that Mr. Goldschmidt should be gold-smitten with Jenny Lind. Natural as it was, however, who thought that while young Otto, the blest, was drumming the piano strings, in accompaniment to her voice, she was fingering his heart strings, in accompaniment to his life-song of love? So Otto Goldschmidt has plucked the rose, and, in wishing the wedded pair all earthly happiness, as we most sincerely do, we beg leave to suggest that the first incarnate fragrance yielded by the flower, be named, "Otto of Rose."