If one should give full credit to the bitter cry of the British-Matron-With-A-Lot-of-Marriageable-Daughters, he would imagine that there were no more any eligible bachelors to be found between Land’s End and John O’Groat’s; that Belgravia was an Adamless Eden, and Mayfair suffering from a modern version of the Rape of the Sabines, with that part of the Sabines assumed by the British Young Man and that of the Romans by the American Girl. For the sake of international comity, however, we are glad to be able to assure our readers that this is not so. Diligent search by a corps of experienced explorers reveals a goodly number of Britannia’s sons who have not yet bowed the knee to Miss Columbia. The following catalogue of them is printed, not, of course, to hold up offers of coronets before American eyes, but to vindicate our country-women against the charges of wholesale spoliation. The list comprises all sorts and conditions of “eligible parties,” from Dukes of prophyrogenous degree and fortunes that would make old Crcesus seem a pauper, down to the poor little heirs to Baronies of yesterday’s creation whose income would make the merry iceman smile with pitying scorn.
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