The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-03-05
MATRIMONIAL.
A Jenkins as Is Jenkins-He Rushes Madly
Into Oysters and Champagne.

lutO OybtcEb ttuu Ouh"puHuOs
The Nashville Union certainly possesses the
champion matrimonial Jenkins Hear bim:-
Having said thus much we have given the
awful solemnity of the occasion, and strict pro-
priety might dictate that we should say no more.
Yet, on this occasion, there is something more
due from us than simple marriage announce
ment. Therefore, at the risk of intruding upon
that privacy which we know to be as sensitive
as the aspen, and pure as the lily, we hesitating
y write further:-The bridal party, led by the
Bishop in his full robes, entered the eastern
door, and proceeded up the aisle until he reached
the front of the altar. He was closely followed
by the attendants.
The groom led the mother of his bride. The
observed of all observers, the beautiful bride,
the queen of the city, the adored of relations,
the beloved of friends the admired of all, leaned
upon her fathers arm she came into the
church. The entrance of the bridal procession
was greeted with the musical tones of the grand
organ under the magic touch of Professor
Weber, sending forth in all their sweetness the
notes of that gem from Troudtore:-"Ah, I've
sighed to rest me-"
The impressive ceremony of the church was
read by the bishop with all that deep pathos
which he alone is capable of imparting in voice
and manner to words.
The specially invited guests proceeded to the
residence of Colonel McNairy, and were there
received with all that gorgeous hospitality so
characteristic of the man and the mansion. The
elegant parlors were thrown open;
emusic arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes locke love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as marriage bell"
The delicate feet in the dance twinkled
around. The steps of the fair ones were SO light
that their home seemed to be In the air, and
they only, par conlplaisdnee, touched the
ground. We could but feel the exhilaration of
the festal occasion, when every heart was throb-
bing faster than the merry tune, the soft eyes
restless, the lips parted with eager joy, and the
lovely cheeks flushed with the beautiful motion
of the dance. We steal quietly in the crowd,
and see all of Nashville's radiant beauty present
to bid fond adieu to their sister and their
queen.
There, too, we see the chivalry of our city,
full of adventurous spirit, tested oft upon the
perilous edge of battle But it does not become
them or ourselves to speak more particularly.
We have encountered the supper-room with
all of its substantals, under the preparation and
management of Jonnard, the cakes and confec-
tioneries, huge piles and pyramids, lofty and
beautiful, grand in proportion, and delicate in
tracery. Lost in admiration we madly rush into
the rear promenade, collect q few particular
friends, swallow some oysters raw, scolloped,
stewed, and fried, console ourselves with bottle
or so of champagne, bid goodnight to all,
hoping, praying that this welded couple may
ever feel, as now, that the joys of marriage are
the heaven on earth, life's paradise, the souls
quiet, the sinews of concord, earthly immor
tality, eternity of pleasures.