The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1863-05-14

VIII read OF the wedding festivities. W ny
does Death step in, in 50 veyatious and IN,
truSIve u way, at such times, when he Is moi
an invited guest? The trampled. bleeding
forms called 10 my memory the custom that
prevails in savage countries of sacrificing
victims when kings are married or buried
but these poor victims inundated themselves
on the shrine OF their own curioslty-or de-
votion 10 their Prince. The constant roar
going up from the great crowd was like that
of the sea when lashed by tempests II dashes
its surf far up on the shuddering sands. and
when the enthusiasm broke forth IN cheers
the noise was maddeuIng. 1t can only be
likeued 10 the discharge Of whole parks OF
field guns. opening their believing mouths
at once, and echoed and rolled back 10 the
level earth by ten thousand mountain caves.
Amid all this the Princess seemed selt-pOs-
sessed, her only anxiety being lest some poor
creature would get under the wheels OF her
/ carriage, and III Yomanly tenderness she
often bent forward 10 see that the way was
I clear. She acknowledged the deatening
cheers with the sweetest grace in the world,
rising from her seat and leaning her bewitch-
ing face over the clamoring crowd like a lily
in benson. Windsor Castle was at last
reached its massive gates opened to receive
their mistress and then swung to on their
creaking hinges. shutting out the crowd, but
volleys of parting cheers that lattice nor
blind could keep out, were fired by lusty loyal
throats, through the windows. All through
the night the town Of Windsor blazed with
Examinations, which must have impressed
larks and robins with the idea that it was
either a phenomenally long day or an unu-
sually early morning.
The Wedding Day.
The sun did not rise as brightly as he
might have done the morning of the eventlul
day, but as he is seldom seen in England,
his face was not much missed. All Windsor
was astir before daybreak. Had it not
walked of its own accord the whistles of the
railway trains rafting down from London,
and the unaccustOmed hubbub in its quiet
quaint streets would have rudely broken its
slumbers. Man, maid, or matron-there
was not one in the whole town that did not
wear u bridal favor of some kind, were it
only an inch of cheap white ribbon blossom
ing from breast or bUttonhole. Inanimate
objects budded and blossomed as well as ami
mate ones. Walls were green with decora-
lions and notices, and the festoOns of flowers
stretching from house TO house across the
street led one to fancy himself standing
beneath hanging gardens of Babylon or
Hongkong.
me "CuIlLB.
Here | stand appalled, at the task before
me. The scene in St. Georges Chapel
passes description. [ think | could paint it,
but then you probably couldn't print a picture.
1t all floats before me like a dream-such a
dream as one might have after reading the
Arabian Nights: Sultans walking in spice
gardens, and ~viziers nodding together; colors
so bright that all the looms of the East
seemed to have been put into requiSition for
the sudden weaving OF tapestry women so
beautiful in their own ovelineSs, and men so
brave in their court dresses that one could
not believe the scene real, but looked upon
II with doubling eyes, expecting to see it
fade like the illusion of a fairy tale and
resolve itself down into the sombre hues
colors of every day life. But the sound
of COT Sare tie Queen, swelling nearer and
vet nearer assures us that everything is
real, for they don't play such tunes in fairy
land, lowing to their mournful lack of brass
and a vision of Jenny Lind (now
GoldschmidD up among the choir
dlssipates all ideas of fairy land and sug-
gests TripIer Hail and New York some years
since instead.
Who were There.
1 DO not intend to give YOU a list Of the
guests for several reasons | do not even
know them as the boy did his Il b c's-bv
name in the second place, the names and
titles of their nobility are so many and long
that | couldn't get them written up in season
for the mail and thirdly, it is the rule of
the Bulletin not to puff anybody, and | will
not cater to the vanity even of n peer of the
realm by permitting him to see his name in
print. You may safely bet, however, that
parties were there, and these were
The Prince and Princess.
Albert Edward IS n graceful boy, and
Will be. He wore uniform on this
interesting occasion, with the insignia and
mantle of a Knight of the Garter-this lat
er perhaps to signify his approaching ale
glance to petticoat government. He mani
iested no embarrassment, as he stood by the
altar awaiting his bride, and the only emo
ion visible in his face was one of extreme
mpatience, which was quite pardonable
1nder the circumstances. All eyes were
low on him, but he didn't seem TO care a
iG.
Finally, there was a blare of trumpets, a
Of curtains. and the BRIDE with her
PROCESSION entered. Have / vet told You
hat the bride was handsome If not. allow
ne now TO assure YOU that she IS much
more beautiful than any poets dream-be-
.ause she is real. Queen rose of the rose
nd garden of girls" | question if in all
England can be found another :. so matchIess
form. so lovely a face" Itmav be a fancy
# mine, bat | think all women look pretty
when they are going TO be married. You