had known from the time when they had been school-fellows. This
old friend wrote under circumstances of the severest domestic
distress, which made it absolutely necessary that he should
leave London for a while. Having failed to find a representative
who could relieve him of his clerical duties, he applied to
the Chaplain to recommend a clergyman who might be in a position
to help him. My excellent colleague gave up his holiday-plans
without hesitation, and went to London himself.

On his return, I asked if he had seen anything of some
acquaintances of his and of mine, who were then visitors to
the metropolis. He smiled significantly when he answered me.

"I have a card to deliver from an acquaintance whom you have not
mentioned," he said; "and I rather think it will astonish you."

It simply puzzled me. When he gave me the card, this is what
I found printed on it:

"MRS. TENBRUGGEN (OF SOUTH BEVELAND)."

"Well?" said the Chaplain.

"Well," I answered; "I never even heard of Mrs. Tenbruggen,
of South Beveland. Who is she?"

"I married the lady to a foreign gentleman, only last week, at
my friend's church," the Chaplain replied. "Perhaps you may
remember her maiden name?"