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Nv Wedding Day.

Ny Wedding Day.
HAVE often remarked how charv authors in
general are Of giving any particulars relating
to that important and interesting epoch in a
mans lfe-his wedding. From whatever
feeling this peculiarly arises, whether it be
from extreme delicacy or the natural ineiiabi-
y of the event, the consequence is the same !;
the unintiated are at liberty to deliver them
selves up to all manner of false conjectures on
the subject. For the benefit of this neglected
portion of the community, J, John Fairfield
Summers, proceed to give the following true
and circumstantial account Of ''my wedding
week"
will take the liberty of beginning with the
eve of the eyentfu day. Though it is at least
thirty years ago, and nv dear old wife is seated
opposite to me, calmly knitting, in all the be-
nevoence and quictude of green old ge;-
and occasionally raising her mild blue eyes, as
| if to interrogate. "What are you doing p
remember all that passed on that evening as
clearly as if it were but yesterday.
Good reader, let your imagination 90 along
with me, while ! describe this vision of the
past Behind some fine old trees rises white
washed cottage, luXurantlv embedded in ivy,
even to the summit OF its low chimney. The
time is evening; twilight is falling around, and
in the dim garden OF the cottage, on a rustic
seat shaded by a weeping willow, are seated
two lovers.
They are talking of the morrow, when they
are to be united for ever; and the maiden turns
blushiugl y away, for the tall young man by
her side puts his hand into his waistcoat pock
ct and laughs silly as he produces, carefully
enveloped in many papers, a small golden cir
clet. The magic emblem it is of the eternity
J ~ tboi nd /, ,bro,
the fourth finger of the little white hand low
ingly pressed within his own, long will it
hold under its seemingly slight yet powerful
! &C nrol the joys and sorrows of their blended
lives. Truly maidens should consider atten-
lively what they arc doing, when they suffer
that potent spell to be thrown around them and
their thoughtless young eXuberance of being.
"Lucv. John - called the mother from
the porch, and we reluctantly obeycd; for our
hearts were too full for the glare, and hoSpta.-
ity, and go0d-humored old jUkers of the bay
windowed parIor.
The next morning, as was busily dreaming
thatwe were all at church, and that the grooms-
man was 20 be married to Lucy instead OF my
self, but couldn't because he had forgotten both
license and weddng>ring; as was dreaming
in this random fashion, heavy knock came to
the door, and small voice cried, "Hot water,
sir"
Does any one of my readers remember what
it was 10 shave on his wedding morning =
Because do, and recolIect distinctly hat
distressing business it was (; and how ] intlic-
ted three large gashes on my unfortunate chin.
TO say nothing of almost obliterating diupe
at the corner of my mouth.
In good time was dressed, blue coat. yellow
was,coat, white trowsers and all--ior, be it re-
membered, reader that all this happened Thirty
years ago, when it was not fashionable to wed
in mourning apparel My friend joined me
and we set out.
We were in excellent tme for the bride and
her train had not yet arrived when we entered
the church. But friends were already drop-
ping in, and noticed two young girls in par
tlcular, with whom had had many romp.
half hiding themselves in pew in the gallery,
and drawing back their heads every time |
happened to look at them.
The door opened at the other end of the
church, and a vision hoated up the aise-a hu-
man vision! supported in all its trembling
beauty by the arm OF my venerable father in
law that was to be. A white chip hat and lace
veil shaded the golden ringets and delicate
counenance, sprgged muslin robe cnveoped
the slender and rounded form. | scarcely re-
.
tire; still my beating heart assured me that it
was she.
! The ceremony was soon oyer, without any
more awkward occurrences than that of drop
ping the ring upon the floor in my nervousness
and hurry and having to search for it full
five minutes, assisted by the gentlemen of the
party. The bride kissed and congratu lated,
and our names signed in the vestry, we ex-
changed the cold church for the pretty hUspita-
! BILE cottage, where an ample breakfast, and
crowd of Lucy's little brothers and sisters,
dressed in their best, and wild with excitement,
awaited our return.
But it is a stale subject this of wedding
breakfast | leave my readers to imagine the
speeches, the brde.cake, and laughing, and
blushing, and weeping, up to the moment when
the happy pair and their principal bridesmaid
rolled away from the ancient green gates that
seemed to clash a last farewell.
Now this bridesmaid was handsome crea-
ture, and an exceedingly lively girl. Do you
remember, Cora Machree, in your home in the
far west do you remember the ducks and cher
ry pie How you insisted upon being allowed
to order the weddng-dinner in that rustic inn,
with its huge chimney y-corner, where we took
refuge from the thunder storm and how, OBJ
tanning full leave for the exercise of your rosy
wIltuness, you vowed that nothing should serve
rs but the aforesaid Wards By what magic
you overcame the various obstacles TO the re-
Fast, we took no note, for Lucy and were in
a world of our own; and if | recollect Alright,
we were rather provoked when the entering
dinner at lenglh made its appearance. Hours
fly rapidly wntn welded lovers are together on
their wedding day; do they not Lucy
Our rustic inn pleased us so much that we
tn in g.. tho nd 10
have private pic mic the next day up in the