Elopement at Aspatria.
 
A gay, gallant, and youthful Lothario, of the above well known picturesque and salubrious village, had for some considerable period paid his addresses to a young lady of an age and station in society corresponding to his own, by who his passion was fully reciprocated.  The damsel's parents, however, strenuously objected to the match, and tried all arts to dissuade their daughter from encouraging the aspirations of her devoted suitor.  Remonstrance was ineffectual the correspondence still went forward, stolen interviews were occasionally held and ingenious contrivances to evade the rigorous dictates of parental authority resorted to.  The premature discovery of some of these stratagems more than once frustrated the realisation of the lovers' projects.  The young lady was now kept under the strict and watchful surveillance of her maternal "parient," and her younger sister, whose bedfellow she was; and all further intercourse, personal or epistolary, with her gallant Jem strictly interdicted.  Early on Saturday morning the younger sister awoke to the consciousness that she was the sole occupant of that bed which had been shared with her ward, when she herself had succumbed to the powers of Morpheus.  The girl's first impulse was to alarm her mother, who, with her husband, was sleeping only a few feet distant.  A joint search was instituted, which resulted in the discovery that, though the young lady's apparel of yesterday lay undisturbed by the side of the bed, her holiday wardrobe and the wearer had alike disappeared.  Dismay at this discovery may be better imagined than described the nearest parallel to it, perhaps, being the intense anxiety of the expectant bridegroom during the period that elapsed before his inamorata managed to effect her dexterious escape from such watchful guardians.  Even yet their solicitude was oppressing stragglers were abroad in the street, midnight carousers who had come to view the performance of Jem Mace and his troupe of equestrians, and the runaways were glad to make the best of their way through the churchyard, having less horror of the manes of the "rude forefathers of the hamlet" than the casual recognition of some half-drunken wight, whose tongue, loosened by the influence of John Barleycorn, might have prematurely disclosed their flight.  Once beyond the village bounds, they sped their way on foot to Wigton, where their union, in a legal manner, was safely effected at an early hour in the morning.  The young couple returned to Aspatria on Sunday evening, and grey-headed gossips of the place affirm that the old Gretua Green reminiscences afforded them no greater delight than the discussion of this latest marvel in the wedding line......Carlisle Journal