rge Harding was thrown into the sectary of this young female.--He did not fall in love with her — they were neither of them capable of anything violent of that nature; but — I am reduced to the phraseology of the servants' hall to express my meaning — they 'kept company' together; and when George took his degree, and started in the as leader-writer for the Morning Cracker (long since defunct), he though the best thing he could do for his comfort was to go for a run to Wales and Bring back Sophia Evans as his wife.
This he did; and they had lived thoroughly happy ever since.
Mrs. Harding believed intensely in the Statesman; read it every day, from the title to the printer's name; knew the name of every contributor, and could tell who had done what at a glance.
Her great pride in going out was to take one of the cards sent to the office, and observe the effect it made upon the receiving attendant at operas, flower- shows or conversations. She always took care that the tickets for thes<