y by the comical result of a strange love story.
It seems that, in the house of one Herr Kuhne, a teacher of languages, Dr. Kant, a young lawyer, happened to make the acquaintance of a lady, burdened with some property and thirty years. The lady, be the Doctor, she said: "Why, with your favorable idea of matrimony, may I ask if you ever thought of marrying yourself?" Dr. Kant sighed, and, his eyes resting on the ground, hesitatingly muttered in reply: "I have already thought of marrying, and mad, in legal form, declared her wish to present and hand over, as his property, the sum of 150,000 guilders (£150,000) to Dr. Kant.
When the document had been signed and duly completed, she sat down in the office, and, enclosing it in an elegant enveaper, which I hope will remove the obstacle in the way of your marriage.
Believe me, etc., "Alice Martins."
Dr. Kant.--for he and no other was the addressed — was the happiest man in the world on receiving this generous epistle.
Repairi