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There are not many men who lie abed too late, or oversleep
themselves, on their wedding morning. A legend there is
of somebody remarkable for absence of mind, who opened
his eyes upon the day which was to give him a young wife, and
forgetting all about the matter, rated his servants for providing
him with such fine clothes as had been prepared for the festival.
There is also a legend of a young gentleman, who, not having
before his eyes the fear of the canons of the church for such cases
made and provided, conceived a passion for his grandmother.
Both cases are of a singular and special kind and it is very
doubtful whether either can be considered as a precedent likely to
be extensively followed by succeeding generations.
Arthur Gride had enrobed himself in his marriage garments of
bottle-green, a full hour before Mrs Sliderskew, shaking off her
more heavy slumbers, knocked at his chamber door; and he had
hobbled downstairs in full array and smacked his lips over a
scanty taste of his favourite cordial, ere that delicate piece of
antiquity enlightened the kitchen with her presence.
‘Faugh!’ said Peg, grubbing, in the discharge of her domestic
functions, among a scanty heap of ashes in the rusty grate.
‘Wedding indeed! A precious wedding! He wants somebody better
than his old Peg to take care of him, does he? And what has he
said to me, many and many a time, to keep me content with short
food, small wages, and little fire? “My will, Peg! my will!” says he: