ON DIT.--That a conspicuous member of the military here, who sports a pair of double bars, and a rather auburn head of hair -- a Hibernian by his brogue though born in the Bay State -- a great favorite with the fair sex wherever they predominate, single or married though they be -- and who rides a silver-colored steed when not riding out in burnished buggies with his scores of sweethearts, solely for style and some kindred consequences -- was married late last evening, to a charming angel of some eighteen summers, from an adjoining County. High official gentry gave us the information, which we of course announce only as we heard it -- lest they were fooling us on the day, or desirous of devoting a few lines to the popularity of the provost gentleman aforesaid. Happy is the man, my boy, whose cares are cut down half, and whose quiver's full of arrows, when the time rolls round.
Soule was known for pulling legs, and it was April 1. "Hibernian" is Byers for Irishman. But that last sentence. What is that? Somebody's idea of playful advice, or some kind of a creepy threat?
Captain Soule's 'time rolled round' soon thereafter.