Saint Paul weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1858-1859, 1858-10-02
Written for the Mnnesotiau.
WEDDING BELLS.
Hear the mellow acedding bells,
II han


Golden bells go
What world of happiness their harmony forete'is "
am bachelor And | dare write OF
vedaing bells 'Rather fill your page with
the tollng of the iron bells with the
groaning of the iron bells The mnsical
rhyme of the golden wedding bells is not ior
you - Some such qualm fitted over me as
placed that title at the head OF my paper
but BRAY, ,ought throbbed in my heart
the though. that come what would l should
act on the defensive, in the novel position l
have taken. Therefore amid the ringing and
the rhyming, the jingling and the Ginning OF
these same wedding bells 81 do most calmly
say, Il am a bachelor y
was publicly declared bachelor at tie
COLLEGE commencement, where wrung gilt
teriug tears from a brcathless assembly of fe-
mality, with tue pathOs Of my valedictory
Grafton. remember well how my heart leap
with AMBITIOUS joy, when our venerable
Chancellor conferred the degree upon some
forty of us Seniors and the cOngratutttory
speeches we perpetrated at the class dinner
afterwards
Well years have passed since that hopeful
day and am still what the world beheld me
then, a bachelor ! OF course know nothing
of the after life, but it is a pleasant thing
a wedding SO | write but to the marriage
altar and there, dare not say, Op Sesa-
me - 1t has been one of the worlds prob
lens, why, during those periodical flights OF
that most capricious of deitles, Fortune, men
and women turn to the tender phase OF their
thoughts and hopes and wishes and unite their
hearts and Join their hands to toll up the ac-
clivities of their mortal lives, far more fire.
quently than they do in the periods of pros
perity and sunshine. Has not this money
less summer been musical with the chimes
of wedding-bells There is hardly a man
who has not either got married himself or
had some friend or cousin married.
There seems an incongruity in all this
One would naturally presame that "martiage'
would be word as sparingly pronouced as
was the word death" among the old Ro
mans.
1t would seem natural, that, in state of
moneyless despair, men would have dclica-
CIV in calling a mate to their hearts, to i'm
pose upon her, their own hopeless agony of
soul.
But on the contrary,a new sympathy seems
to enter the heart of man and the heart
of woman-a sympathy born in the heart of
God and radiating from that eternity of love,
to the hearts of His children. Thus does man,
N his despair turn to the sympathy of gent
Ter woman and in the music of her love does
her forget the poignant cares-the darker side
of his life.
Perhaps this explains not the mystery, but
there is at least certain plausibility about
it,
However that may be, we, all of us, know
that in these depressing times, there exists in
the community most unaccountable mania
for weddings Men against whom the seduc-
tive charms of a galaxy of Hcbes have been
proved futile, have succumbed to the witcLery
of wOman's grace; have ceased t. live in out
of-the-way rooms, in a perfect cnaos of old
boots, ragged coats, cigar boxes and pipes,
broken chairs and spittoons ; have resigned
their spungious warIrobes to the more tender
mercies of their witching, Decreases, and in
their new estate raise hue and Il cry against
their former coaferes. My wrath wakes hot
against such perfiy ! Are they SO much bet
ter Off than we
But do not wish to enter into the hack
neyed discussion of the point. 1t is quite
refl eshing, however, to observe, how, after
the first year of his welded life, man dim
irishcs his sei-congratulatory volubility.-
Weddings and funerals have entered the lists
this year. Unequal contest truly Since
the first warm days of spring have been
taking wedding cards out of the Post Office.
never saw anything like it.
'' Mr.. and Mrs. -"