The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1863-04-03
SAINT PAUL. FRIDAY, APRIL 3 1853,

and then uprises the Chorale, the cOnpo-
sition of the Prince Consort:
''This day with joyful heart and voice,
To Heaven be raised nations prayer:
Almighty Father, deign to grant
Thy blessing to the welded pair
So shall no clouds of sorrow dim
The sunshine of their earthly days,
But happiness, in endless round,
Shall still encompass all their ways!
Distingushable among all the voices of
the singers is the wonderful organ of Jenny
Lind
THE MARRIAGE CEREMONY.
AS the solemn chant ended the Prelates
advanced to the communion rails, and the
Primate commenced the service with the
usual formulary, "Dearly beloved, we are
gathered together in the sight of God and
in the face of this congregation to join
together this man and this woman in holy
matrimony." There is solemn pause
after that adjuration, in which they are
charged to answer if there was any i'm
pediment to their marriage, and then,
after moment, the Primate passed on to
"Wilt thou, Albert Edward, have this
woman to be thy welded wife, to live to-
gether after Gods ordinance in the holy
estate of matrimony? Wilt thou love her,
comfort her, honor and keep her in sick
ness and health and, forsaking all other,
keep thee only unto her, SO long as ye both
shall lve?"
To this the Prince rather bowed than
responded, his utterance was so indistinct.
To the same question, "Wilt thou, Alex
andra Caroline Maria, have this man to be
thy welded husband ?" the reply was just
audible, but nothing more, though, as usu-
al, every ear was strained to catch it.
But to the words-"I l take thee, Alex
dra, my welded wife, to have and hold
from this day forward, for betterfor worse,
for richer for poorer, in sickness and in
health, to love and to cherish, till death
us do part, occording to Gods holy ordin-
ance: and thereto plight thee my troth,"
the Prince repeated clearly, word for word,
after his Grace, though now, again, when
it was the turn of the young bride, she
could be heard only to answer almost in
audibly, and her cheeks were suffused with
a crimson flush, and she seemed very ner-
vous.
To the question "Who giveth this Wo-
man to be married to this Man," the royal
father of the bride only bowed his head
and moved toward the Princess, who was
removing her glove hurriedly. Then the
Primate Joined their hands, and in clear,
soft voice, firmly and deliberately repeated
the words: "With this ring l thee we'd;
with my body l thee worship; and with
all my worldly goods l thee endow; in
tho nf fho Eofho,, on1 of fbo CO.,
and of the Holy Ghost. Amen" Then
they rose, while the Primate Joined their
hands and said the final words "Those
whom God hath joined together let not
man put asunder."
The bride and bridegroom next Joined
hands, and, turning to the Queen, gave
more nod of friendship than a bow of
state, which the Queen returned in kind.
In another minute the Queen, giving a
similar greeting 20 the Princess, quilted
the closet, and the whole pageant went
pouring in a gorgeous stream or flood of
colors of waving plumes and flaming jew
els out Of the choir.
THE LAUREATE's ODE.
The following is the Ode written by
Tennyson on the royal marriage:
Sea-king's daughter from the sea,
Alexandra.
Saxon, ahd Norman, and Dane are we,
But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee,
Alexandra
Welcome her, thunders of fort and fleet!
Welcome her, laundering cheer of the street!
Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet,
Scatter the blossom under her feet!
Break, happy land, into earlier flowers!
Make music, o bird, in the new-budded bowsrs!
Welcome her, welcome her, all that is ours!
Marble. o bugle, and trumpet, blare!
Flags, tlutter out upon turrets and towers
Flames, on the windy headland flare!
Utter your jubilee, steeple and spire
Clash, We bells in the merry March air!
Flash, We cities, in rivers and fire!
Welcome her, welcome the lands desire.
Alexandra!
Sea-king's daughter as happy as fair,
Blissful bride Of a blissful heir,
Bride of the heir of the kings of the sea,
o joy to the people and joy to the throne,
Come to us, love us, and make us your own;
For Saxon, or Dane or Norman we,
Teuton, or Celt, or whatever we be,
We are each all Dane in our welcome to thee.
Alexandra!