Pointe Coupee Democrat. [volume] (False River [i.e. New Roads], Parish of Pointe Coupee [La.]) 1858-1862, 1860-12-08
NO. 48.

The hour Of nine was, at the moment,
rendering up its account to the eternity
of record, when every eye was turned
to an entrance, from which emerged q
procession Of groomsmen and brides
maids, six in number each, preceding
" the observed of all observers"-the
bride and bridegroom elect. AS the
silvery waves, gold tinted with heavens
sweet bushings Of joy, parted, when
the sea-shell Goddess of Beauty, born
from the virgin foam of the ocean, passed
through them, so did this crowd of
beauty, splendor, and intellect divide.
In niche, at the extreme end of the
parlor, stood the bride, in marriage robes,
as brilliant as star, the overpowering
silvery splcndor of which was but slight
ly shaded by the lace veil, that hung
like snow mist before such radiance.
The face, spirituaIized, as it were, by
that mystic veil, was perfect in beauty;
and, lighted up by those eyes that flashed
soul and intellect in every vibration,
looked like a loving copy of " the god
dess that enchants the world" Nay,
more-the entire alcove formed by the
octagon end of the parlor, over the arc
across the chord of which was twined 4
bridal ,wreathing Of fragrant flowers,
seemed sunny and celestial beneath such
pure radiance. Was it human, or was
it angelic?
The bridegroom was tall, command
ing, with countenance as Intellectual
as ever manhood stamped it's unerring
seal upon-the pride of family name
that has honored the jurisprudence of
Louisiana.
The venerable man of God, the Rev.
D. S. Lewis, Of the Episcopal Church of
ST. Francisville, in clear, solemn voice
read the sacred ritual that made the
twain one for ever.
The hearty and heart-warm congratu-
lations followed; and then the SUPPER, a
feast to which every continent and half
of the islands of the ocean had been COM
PEELED to be tributary, by the combined
powers of wealth, taste, and parental
affection.
There was still richer feast in store;
it was loveliness combined with intel
lect, accomplishments, and rare beauty.
Among the number, the following in
itiais will suggest Mrs. S., the hostess,
Mrs. T., Mrs H., Mrs. S., Mrs K; also,
Misses S., B., C., L., P, c., r., and other
lovely and fascinating ladies, whose
initials would more than exhaust an
alphabet.
Then came the enchanting dance,
which lasted into the " sIna' wee hours
o. morn," and which cannot better de-
scribe, as to the effect on my own mind,
than by Byron's words, which seem ex-
pressly written for this occasion, al.
though forced into the drama of Marino
Faliero, Doge of Venice:
" The mnsic, and the banquet, and the vine
The garlands, the rose odours, and the flowers
The sparkling eyes and flashing ornaments
The white arms and the raven hair-the braids
And bracelets; swanlike bosoms, and the neck
lace,
An India in Itself, yet dazzling not
The eye like what it circled the thin robes
Floating like light clouds 'twixt our gaze and
heaven;
The many twinkling feet SO small aud sylphlike,
Suggesting the more secret symmetry
OF the fair forms which terminate 80 we'll
All the delusion of the dizzy scene,
Its false and true euchantments- and nature,
Which swan before my giddy eyes, that drank
The sight Of beauty, are gone.
Around me are the stars and waters"
Ar HoNE, Nov. II, 1860. Y.
DTWhen women begin to count their
admirers it isn't apt to take them long
to do it.