The Hillsborough Recorder

Heaven and earth can witness,
If Rome must fall, that you are innocent.

From the Baltimore Visitor.
A YANKEE TRICK.

There has been a good deal of talk in this city, as well as north and east of us, concerning the marriage of a Miss Phelps with two gentlemen, Mr. Roswell M. Field, of Fayette, and Mr. Clark, of Boston. It appears these two marriages, in which but three were concerned, were announced simultaneously in the Boston and Windsor papers, and rumor of course began to conjecture. The 'Traveller and Times' of N. York, throws some light upon the mystery. It gives that Miss P. possessed an ample fortune, besides every other charm that could make a young lady lovely in the eyes of a suitor. She was betrothed to Mr. C. with the consent of all parties—he being a gentleman of medium circumstances, and a merchant of Boston. In the mean time in steps 'Juld Robin Grey,' in the form of Mr. F., a rich gentleman from the south, rather advanced in years, but having an ample store of the ready. The parents were charmed with the glitter of gold, and, of course, used all their endeavors to break the lady's engagement with Mr. C.; but she, true to her first love, resisted all their efforts, wrote to her lover concerning her situation, and planned an elopement ere the dreadful day of her union with Mr. F. should arrive. The sagacious parents, suspecting, by the cheerfulness of their victim, that all things were not right, ordered the marriage rites one day earlier than anticipated at first. The poor girl was consequently hurried to the altar more like a statue than any thing else, and the ceremony was performed. The Boston lover in the mean while had not been idle; he stationed a relay of horses on the road, and arrived in Putney just in time to be too late—the rites had just been consummated. Not in the least disheartened, he put his wits to work, and soon found out that the bans had not been published, and Miss P. was not a wife in the eyes of the law. He consequently stole an interview with her, and had an explanation of affairs. The 'hour for retiring' had arrived, and the groom began to be in fidgets about his bride: she was sent for, but could nowhere be found, and so poor Pilgarlic was left to make the best of it. Haste was instantly made; but the lovers were too fleet for their pursuers. They reached Boston, and were lawfully wedded. Thus the mystery is explained.