The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1868-08-18
From the st. Louis Republican
vu,rrt.ye of VlicbncI 1IcCoole


Married, Oh Sunday, the 9th instant,
at the Church of st. Lawrence OIoole,
BY the Rev. Father Arthur Mulholland,
Michael Alexander McCoOle and Miss
Mollie Naughton, all of st. Louis, Mis-
souri,.
When it had been announced that
the great champion of America was
conquered in an encounter that subdues
the best of men, public curiosity was
OH the qui rire, and public demonstra-
ton was earnest and enthusiastic.
Long before the hour selected for the
ceremony had arrived vast crowd had
surrounded the church and the parson-
age attached. Five thousand people
had congregated to do homage to the
champion, and, to evince their respect,
the most perfect order was preserved,
and most perfect decOrum was insisted
upon. At half-past eight o'clock a
splendid carriage darted down the
crowded ways, and in it was the bloom
ing bride elect. Another followed rap.
idly, and in it was Michael McCoole, 4
pleased smile on an honest face that
flushed and lit cheerily as the vast
crowd shouted and chcered. Tossing to
and fro, and making space merrily for
those who were to be made happy, the
assemblage "opened ranks for the bri-
dial party to enter the church, and, as
they entered, close behind them the
eager spectators followed, occupying
every nook and corner of the vast build
ing. Brave and erect, under the glare
of the grand chandeliers, Michael stood
up with his "winsome Teddy" the flush
of youth on her young brow, and
pleased smile on all her features. Sol
emn and holy the organ pealed forth;
earnestly and calmly Father Mulholland
repeated the marriage ceremony, and
for response and appreciation the pleased
congregation looked and murmured their
delight.
1t was finished. The solemn words
of "Whom God has joined together let
no man put asunder" had gone up from
the sacred altar; the swelling music
pulsed low and tenderly; the soft south
wind blew in through the open win
dows, and rippled the dark hair of the
bride as if Cupid had caressed it; the
church lifted up its towering spire as an
outstretched arm praying for benedic
tions, and the breeze blew and the
night came down npon n happy pair
kneeling in the central aisle to receive
the blessing of Father Mulholland, who
gave it to them with all the fcrvor and
kindness of his heart.
Thus was Mike McCoOle, the pugilist,
married; and, however people may view
his past vocation, everybody who wit
messed the ceremony last evening will
admit that it was pleasing and impress
sive. Mike has many warm friends in
tho city, and, indeed, throughout the
country; and while all wish him well,
all believe he. will make faithful and
honorable husband.
The bride is very pleasing looking
girl, probably about twenty years of age,
and was attired in white, while the
stalwart form of McCoole was arrayed
in well fitting black.
The scene in the church was n most
animated one. Never, perhaps, before
was such q threng within its walls.
The crush was really alarming, but,
nevertheless, all went off well, and the
marriage was grand success in every
way.
Ifprayers and blessings work for their
recipients happiness and high fortune
on this earth, Michael McCoole aud his
lady were crowned regally and royalty
last night; and never before in st. Louis
was a wedding celebrated with such
eclat and by such multitude.