as been a daughter, you now receive a treasure," and I felt
that the old man stated what was true.

It was arranged that the marriage should take place on that day week,
and that it should be quite private. There was no parade of bridal
clothes; in fact, no one was invited, and it was, at my request, quite a
secret marriage. A clergyman had been engaged to perform the ceremony,
and, on the day appointed, I received the hand of my Amy in the
drawing-room, and in the presence only of Humphrey and two other
confidential servants.

After the ceremony was over, the clergyman requested me to come with him
into the adjoining room, and said, "it was necessary that he should give
a certificate of the marriage, which must be inserted in the parish
register." He had called me aside for that purpose, that I might give
him my exact name, profession, etcetera.

"My name is Alexander Musgrave, as you have heard when you married us."

"Yes, I know that, but I must be particular. Have you no other name?
Is that the name that you have been and will be in future known by?"

"Not exactly," replied I; "I have been known by that name, but in future
shall not be."

"Then what am I to say?"

"You must say, Sir Alexander Musgrave, Baronet, of Faristone Hall,
Cumberland."

"Good," said he, "that is what I required; and the lady your wife, has
she any other name but Amy?"

"None, I believe."

The clergyman then wrote out the marriage certificate and signed it,
taking a copy for registry, and we returned into the drawing-room.

"Here is the certificate of marriage, Madam," said he; "it ought to be
in the care of the lady, and therefore, my lady, I hand it over to you."

"My lady is much obliged to you for your kindness," replied Amy, for she
thought that the clergymen was only facetious.

She held the certificate in her hand folded as it had been given her for
some time. At last curiosity, or, perhaps, having nothing else to do,
induced her to open it and read it. I was at this time talking with the
clergyman, and presenting him with a handsome douceur for his trouble;
but, perceiving her to open the certificate, I watched her countenance.
She read and started. I turned away as if not observing her. She then
went up to her father and desired him to read it.

The old gentleman took out his glasses, and it was amusing to see the
way in which he looked at his daughter with his spectacles falling off
his nose. He then came up