Chapter 14: The Fatal Bride

The Fatal Bride Being a Second Contribution from the Reminiscences of a Bachelor. I am now an old man, and, what is perhaps less excusable, an old bachelor too; and yet, sir, I am not a bachelor of malice prepense—I am no profane railer against wedlock. I would not, for my grandmother’s enamel bonbonniere, which catches my eye this moment, nor for my honoured uncle’s silver-mounted and inlaid steel barrels—both of them family relics dear in their own several ways—that your fair readers…