Connecticut western news., 1873-02-21
MINNIE'S WEDDING DAY.

M1NN1E>S WEUD1NU UAYe
 How we got through the dressing in time, don't know. That dreadful Miss Minkin, the milliner, never sent home my veil till nearly ten o'clock and as soon as had put my dress on we dis covered that the said intelligent Miss Minkin had left all the tackings in. It was quarter to eleven before they began to put on my veil, and everybody knows what time that takes. And there was poor darling Fred down in the church, in terrible state was certain. He had come over so early. I saw him drive past to the church when I was only-well, I needn't say how far ad- vanced was in my toilette. Not very far, know. After great deal of fus- sation, during which I had asked Pipcher-Pipcher is my maid three times for the powder puff when I meant the pins, and four times for my goloshes when meant gloves-oh, dear what 8 long sentence well, after all this, I was ready at last.
 Pipcher pulled out the train of my dress to it's uttermost length; and leav- ing its extreme end somewhere near my bedroom window, proceeded to walk downstairs, concluding that l, like Bo- peeps sensible sheep, should manage to bring my tail behind me.
 Down in the hall was dear papa, pacing to and fro in a perfect fever of excitement, nervousness, and sorrow |; which, dear good man, he tried to con- ceal, but failed miserably. I suppose he was sorry to be losing his little girl. Suppose I knew he was. Was not I serry-very, very sorry-to be leaving him?
 He had put on his gloves twice already, and had taken them off, and was proceeding for the third time to do likewise, when he discovered that he had pair of shabby old driving gloves, instead of the white kids that were slumbering neglected in his chest of draws, between one very high white collar and two very large 'pocket-hand- kerchiefs. l was by no means in the sprightly mood in which I may now seem to be indulging. On the contrary, l felt particularly sober, quiet and nervous with a great lump surging ever upwards in my throat, and no strength at all in my knocking knees. :. We'll, my dear" said papa, feebly jocular-" ready at last ?'
 And l, having nothing more original to remark in response, intimated that l was.
 And so off we went. The brides maids had, of course, gone down to the church long before. l was 8 great deal too frightened and fustered to say a word to papa as he walked along the garden path, and through the garden gate into the church-yard. There was no need for carriages. And, luckily, the day was mild, though in the win ter and bright though mild.
 cannot attempt to describe the scene in church, only saw great misty sea of faces and parti-colored raiment, and, in the midst of it all, my dear old darling-he's not bit old you know, really-standing and looking very white, I fancied, but very lovine all the same.
 The organist was playing as we moved up the aisle but what, have not tht faintest conception. The only thins that recollect in connection with thu musical portion of the service was that the choir seemed to be very uHneces sarily long time in getting through tht psalm set forth for the special service
 also have recollection that pokeG out the wrong finger of the wrong hanq to receive the ring, whereat Fred go very red and hustered :; and as, just a this juncture, somebody dropped ponderous family prayer book, tn loose leaves of which hattered grace fully in various directions, this interest ing portion of the marriage ceremon, was hardly performed with befittin| dignity.
 However, c. all things glad or sad''. (Swinburnian, isn't that ?)-must hay an end. So an end duly came to tn service and, leaning on my darling arm, my own true husband now for ever and conscious that I was lookin very frightened, but interesting witha flor are not all brides interesting ?- passed down the aisle, through tn hronging bright faces, out into tn bright winter noon, up the garden pat into the eld home, Gan I describe tn kissings, and cryings, and congratula tions that took place in one roem, or tn breakfast laid and the speeches made i another :; Fred's short responses, or tn rector's round rhetoric or the howlin of my darling dog Doddles, when Mug gles, the waiter we had in from Blank ton-super-M trod heavily on his tail in vainly endeavering to look as thoug he, the said Muggles, was not testin the quality of papa's wine in the corne behind the door
 We'll, it was all over at last. Tn final grain of rice-which, by the way lodged in Fred's left whisker-had bee thrown-we didn't go in for slippers you see; the last benediction had bee1 bestowed by the energetic bosom O William the gardner who stood at tb. gate to catch the last of us; and we wer at length together alone, my husband and l. My husband l! How strange and yet how delicious it was! To thinl he was now mine forever. "Till deatl us do part" sounded very fond ant true. But the words coniured up nt terror of the shadow feared of man, Death was too far away phantom t, be feared. And I only heard loYins voice at my side saying