Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1901-01-02
SILVER WEDDING CEREMONY. Mir. and Mrs. J. C. Herndon Celebrate the Twenty-fifth Anniversary
 of Their Marriage.

most Drllllant SOCIAL events gwen III Prescott for a long time. Theil handsome residence on Cortez street was very beautifully decorated, being veritable bower of smilax and white carnations.
 A wedding bell, depended from the ceiling in the bay window of the par Tor and beneath this the host and hostess, and their daughter, Miss Florence, and their nephew, Fred B Philpot, stood to receive the guests The parlors of the residence were thronged during the entire evening with ladies and gentlemen of Pres colt, who came to shower their con gratulations on the couple, as well as to wish life, health and happiness in the future.
 In the library Mrs. W. A. Cline pre- sided at the piano, and discoursed sweet strains of music during the evening. In this room the presents were also exhibited, which were nu- merous and costly and appropriate to the occasion.
 A punch bowl in the dining room was the center of attraction there while in the rooms of the second floor Misses Criley, Bethune, Hall, Fisher and Marks served refreshments dur ing the evening.
 
 At 10 o'clock Judge R. B. Sloan re- peated the ceremony which twenty five years prior had joined the cou- pie as husband and wife, prefacing it with a most beautiful and classical address, as follows:
 All the world .adores the lover Fiction and poetry would be barren indeed did he not furnish never fail ing occasion for the worlds laughter and the worlds tears. Since the days when Homer recited to the listening Greeks the tale of the wandering Ulysses and his faithful Penelope the ideal loverhas not been distinguishing swain, with his furnace sighs, his woe ful ballads, his rhapsodies, his follies, his deeds of daring, his transports of happiness and depths of dispair; but he has been the constant husband, the devoted wife; and were this ideal not realized again and again in the lives of the true hearted sons and of men, society would lose its brightest jewels-virtue, con stancy and fidelity; home would be meaningless, and even theI sacred names, father and mother, would be robbed of their sanctity.
 It was only in a Midsummer Nights Dream" that Shakespeare dared to say:
 ''For aught that ever could read Could ever hear by tale or history,
 The course of true love never did run
 smooth"
 It is only the passion of the shal- low hearted, the false devotion of the the selfish love of the seeker after beauty and pleasure, whose streams are always rough. The pure flame of conjugal love is far different. Once kindled it burns with a steady glow. It is as constant as the north star, as deep as the sea, as as the mountain, as true as the. needle to the magnetic pole. It shows as bright in the sunshine as in the tempest, in the silvery moonlight as under the lowering cloud. It il- luminates the darkness and gives an added beauty to the day. The winds of opposition do not fan it, neglect does not kill it. The warmth of sum- mer does not increase it. nor do the frosts of winter absorbit gentle rays. True love is no dependent upon for tune, courtin at the court of pleasure, no supplicant at the feet of beauty. Toil may be his fellow in the field of affiiction-only turning for him at the gate. Poverty may be his guest of friendship but shares his trust. Whe- ther in palace or cottage, on land or sea, in the desert waste or in the flow ering meadows, he is content if he can have the companionship of the dear object of his love. With old Omar, the Persian, he can sing:
 "A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, loaf of bread, and thou Beside me singing in the wilderness,
 Oh, wilderness were paradise enow."
 So tonight upon the anniversary oi a happy union of two constant hearts We celebrate not the love of Eros ol Aphrodites, but the better love pro claimed nineteen hundred years agC by the worlds redeemer; the love fol which "a man shall leave his father and his mother and cleave unto hi: wife, and they twain shall be ont flesh" and as our thoughts trave backward with you, my friends, ovel the years which compose this quarter of century of your lives, what 8 beautiful picture of conjugal happi ness is here pictured. In the morn ing of life, when the skys are radian with promise, when the horizon Wal bounded only by hope, with mutua trust, you then plighted your sacred troth and there, hand in hand, set ou upon the journey of life, bearing on, another's burdens, sharing each other joys and sorrows, rejoicing together il prosperity and cheering each other il diversity until as the years cam and went the bonds which perhap at first, if ever so slightly, wer
 felt to be letters, turned int,
 golden threads, binding your mind and souls into a perfect union O
 thought, interest and affection. Ant
 now having reached the five and twen
 tieth milestone of your journey ant
 still find it illuminated with the faith
 ful love of your early manhood ant
 womanhood, you have chosen in tn
 presence of these friends and neigh
 bors, publicly to declare before sci
 ting out upon the untrod future tha
 you find no weariness in your heart:
 no shadow of desire to change con
 pany, and as a witness to this to It
 peat the old vows, the keeping C
 which will, as in the past, be the on
 great aim and purpose of your live.
 You will now please join your righ
 hands.
 Do you, John, with the preciou
 memory of all that this woman has bee
 to you of peace, and joy and happ
 ness, of her sweet ministrations
 sickness, of her comfort in affiictiol
 of her bright companship in healtl
 of her undiminishing love and affe,
 ton, take her again to be your wede
 wife, her to love, comfort, honor an
 protect, in sickness and in health.
 long as you both shall live?
 Do you, Florence, with the dear n
 membrance of the past, with the ion