The Massachusetts spy, and Worcester County advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1825-1831, 1825-12-21
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THE WEDDLNG

| THE WEDDLNG.
q there is single scene in the wide
world, on which the eye of Heaven can
rest with complscency, it is when two
hearts are bound in that tie which s. 20
man can put asunder." And to those who
are fond OF observing the various scenes
OF life, the wedding-day incidents will
afford theme in which fancy can revel
in wild and happy luxuriance. Although
1t Is time for rejoicing, as every pretty
face will tell by the smile that plays up
on 1t; yet at times a soiemnity will
steal .unawares over the mind, as we
ponder upon the future that is all wrap
ped in darkness, until our feelings viii
be tor moment lost in wild, rich rev.
erie.
| recollect in my youth, being pres
ent when an old favorite of mine was
married, and nov having passed those
days of fond and warm desire, love to
call it before me in retrospection as ii
then was. With her had spent many
a happy hour, for she had the power 10
Danish melancholy, and to create feel
ings as buoyant and lively in the minds
of others as reigned within her own.
In innocence, in gaiety, in beauty, she
became bride. They stood beside
each other-their hands were joined
the sacred VOW was made, the pledge
was given, and the last congratulating
kiss was imprinted on her smiling cheek.
The fancy roamed-hovered over
years that were wrapped in the dark
roll OF futurity-endeavoured to pene-
trate the mystic folds. she threw over
them the light of her enchantment-
created fairy world Of her own,
blooming as the garden Of Eden-reo-
Piled 1t with Lovers Who were enjoying
each others smiles, and dancing along
in the clear gaiety which the scene Gre
ated-these are the moments when the
mind becomes guileless, when the pas
sious are hushed, when calmness steals
oter our senses, and renders our feel
ings tranquil as the wave dies upon the
shore, and the broad bosom of the lake
becomes still when the wind lulls ii TO
sleep.
For time youth will wander on in
the course which his imagination por-
trays before him: lovely and fair, the
gay hoiy-day of his existence is to be
cheeTed BY. the song of elee and the
revelry OF joy. The sorrows that che
quer the life of many are never to cross
his pathway, but many sweet flower
is to bloom in it, cast there by the band
of friendship. Such are the views
youth takes of life. Every scene is
coloured by the fairy pencil of fancy,
But he at length finds that sorrows OBJ
trude upon his gay moments the warm
ideas of Innocent friendship, that have
roved through his mind, frequently
tproye erroneous. He turns with apa-
thy from the reality finds that he is
alone in the world when he expected TO
be living in the days of joy. He has
passed through the wild hilarity of
youth, dashed among the breakers, and
now is willing 10 moor in safe harbor
1t ia then that reason ascends her throne.
And what then? Why, fair reader, it
tells him that he needs helpmaie, one
that will cling to him with the fond ten
derness other nature, whose every wish
will be his, whose joy will be in his
smile.
sob happy state, where souls each other draw,
Where love is liberty and nature law.'
Then comes the JOY of the " bridal
feast"--congeuial spirits are blended in
to one. The dream of youth has ceas-
ed, but reality more fair has succeed
ed. Yes, he has. chosen one who will
remain firm when the gay friends Of
youth have disappeared. Together
they will go forth TO struggle against
the cnrrent, or sail along in the calm
sunshine Of prosperity. Their aim is
The same, their affections are alike link
ed together, and
thine but the impression stronger makes,
As streams their channels deeper wear"
He who passes through life without
ever feeling the soft rapture Of that
charm which woman possesses, when
age has whitened his locks, and The in
cilents of her pilgrimage pass in re.
view before him, will acknowledge that
wedding scenes are sunny spots that
glitter on the landscape of his memory
they are scenes in which he would
willingly become an interested pariici-
pator, for he now feels that he is alone
in the world-tbere is no heart that
beats in unison with hH-no hand to
smooth the pillow where anguish dwells,
nor hang with fondness of affection over
the fevered frame.
But very different are the feelings
of the young and enthusiastic, when
they mingle in the wedding joy-gaze
upon happy groom, and smiling bride