Any one having a second-hand coachman's
wig to dispose of may hear of a purchaser.
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THE WIFE CATCHERS.
A LEGEND OF MY UNCLE'S BOOTS.
"Ah! sure a _pair_ was never seen,
More justly form'd--"
CHAPTER I.
[Illustration: J]Jack, said my uncle Ned to me one evening, as we sat
facing each other, on either side of the old oak table, over which, for the
last thirty years, my worthy kinsman's best stories had been told, "Jack,"
said he, "do you remember the pair of yellow-topped boots that hung upon
the peg in the hall, before you went to college?"
"Certainly, uncle; they were called by every one, 'The Wife Catchers.'"
"Well, Jack, many a title has been given more undeservedly--many a rich
heiress they were the means of bringing into our family. But they are no
more, Jack. I lost the venerated relics just one week after your poor dear
aunt departed this life."
My uncle drew out his bandanna handkerchief and applied it to his eyes; but
I cannot be positive to which of the family relics this tribute of
affectionate recollection was paid.
"Peace be with their _soles_!" said I, solemnly.
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