Now and again eccentric honeymooners have spent the first few hours of connubial bliss in a balloon, or have been married and then undertaken a tour on horseback, or on " a bicycle made for two." But what shall be Baid of a honeymoon spent on the box of an omnibus ?

Some years ago a young man, the son of wealthy and fashionable parents, was re duced to the necessity of driving a London omnibus in order to procure a livelihood. Educated at a public school, then at Oxford University, he afterwards paid the penalty of indulgence in vicious courses, and found himself absolutely stranded —an outcast, without money and without friends. Finally, owing to his skill as a driver, he obtained employment from an omnibus company, and worked long and zealously in this com paratively humble sphere. But the lady to whom ho had been engaged during his more fortunate days was almost broken-hearted at his ruin, aud em phatically refused to renounce him. He ex postulated with her, and pointed out the poverty and hardships she would have to endure as his wife, but in vain. Her resolve was taken, and, although cast off by her re latives, she remained firm, and the luckless pair were married at a North Loudon church. As a driver the happy bridegroom could not afford to lose more than one day's work, so the short honeymoon was spent on the h-.x, he driving as usual, aud his faithful bride rented at his side.
