An Exile’s Nuptials.

The Hon. Millard B. Hereley is about to do the wisest act in all his busy and useful career. He is going to be married. On the 10th instant he will lead to the hymeneal altar Miss Hannah, daughter of our esteemed fellow-townsman, Col. Daniel Murphy, who resides at 202 Oak Street. The bride-elect is a beautiful and accomplished young lady, in every particular qualified to adorn the home, and serve as the best inspiration of a bright, ambitious, and honorable man. To her and to him we extend our heartiest congratulations upon the event which is to bind them together indissolubly.

Knocking the tops off champagne-bottles yesterday, Senator Hereley vouchsafed to a select crowd of personal friends the information, that, immediately after the solemnization of their marriage, his bride and he would start upon a six-weeks’ tour through the orange-groves of Louisiana and the everglades of Florida.

“A number of my ancestors, exiled from France a century ago,” said he, “lie buried in the old cemetery just beyond the fortifications at St. Augustine. I hear that no monument marks the last resting-place of the Duc de Troiville, my maternal great-grandfather. If, upon investigation, I find this to be the case, I shall erect a suitable slab 186appropriately inscribed. In New Orleans I have numerous relations among the old French and Creole families: in fact, I may in all modesty confess that in the neighborhood of the French market my name has become a household word.”

“Is it true,” we asked, “that the news of your approaching nuptials has created a stir in foreign circles?”

“In Germany, France, and Spain,—yes,” replied Senator Hereley. “Germany watches with unabating interest the movements of every titled Frenchman abroad, and probably will continue to do so until the intente cordiale between France and Prussia has been fully restored. France takes an interest in my career because I am closely allied by blood with the aristocracy of that country; and Spain is interested in me for the reason that many of the Hereleys fled from Normandy to Madrid after the fall of the empire, and are now united by marriage with the oldest and noblest families in Castile and Aragon.

“I have already received,” continued Senator Hereley, “messages of congratulation from the Duc d’Orleans, Marshal Castiglione, Sir François de Cavagnac, the Duc d’Ormeil, Prince Bourbon de Bonsoir, ex-Queen Isabella, President Grèvy, De Freycine, Queen Regent Christina, the Duc de Ganda, and other royal and eminent personages. I am expecting a good many elegant presents, the most pleasing of which will be a congratulatory 187memorial in a diamond-studded gold case from the council of my native village in Normandy. Mme. Judic and Mme. Aimee, two country-women of mine, have sent me handsome remembrances in the shape of an old-gold toothpick, and a Dresden china shaving-mug.”

“But don’t these things awaken in your bosom a longing to return to the honors, titles, and estates which await you in your native land?”

“Not at all,” replied Senator Hereley. “I love this glorious republic, and am as truly enlisted in her cause as if I had been born upon her soil. The glamour of titles and estates beyond the sea has no charms for me, and my union with a fair daughter of this republic shall re-affirm and emphasize with ecstasy my loyalty to the home of my adoption!”