48 Glimpses of Our Ancestors.
We may set it down for a certainty that when a widower begins to asseverate to himself, or to his friends, that he will never get so good a wife as she whom he has just lost and "asks no better," he is very far on the road to a second marriage!
Another consequence of " single blessedness " now breaks upon his mind. " For want of the company of the more softer sex and through my over much confinement, I know I am become extreme awkard, and a certain roughness and boisterousness of disposition has seized on my mind, so that, for want of those advantages which flow from society, and a free intercourse with the world, and a too great delight in reading, has brought my mind to that great degree of morose-ness that is neither agreeable to myself nor can my company be so to others."
A more considerate man to his friends never breathed than Thomas Turner! If he marry again it will clearly be for the advantage of East Hothly society! But then, how repair the loss of his " dear Peggy ?" How find a counterpart to that incomparable one ? " I know not," thus he bursts forth in his despair, "the comfort of an agreeable friend and virtuous fair; no, I have not spent an agreeable hour in the company of a woman since I lost my wife, for really there seems very few whose education and way of thinking is agreeable and suitable with my own."
We have our doubts whether we ought to make this exposure to the world of the weak side of a widower! But then, why did Mr. Thomas Turner keep a diary? However, we are drawing to a close. Who can doubt to what all this woe and lamentation tends? Still, despite these scientific "approaches" to the inevitable result, it comes upon us in the end rather suddenly. Perhaps our diarist intended to be "sensational." " Sunday, Dec. 9. After dinner Jenner and I walked to Lewes in order to see a girl I have long since had thoughts of paying my addresses to, and he for company. I was not so happy, shall I say, as to see her, or was I