The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-04-27
Former Pren1ier's Daughter Describes Royal Wedding As
 She Satu Ceremony In Abbey

which Dean Inge called Frozen Music of Architecture" Shafts Of Jewelled light pierces the mystery ot the dim upper spaces. scattering through the twilight of arches fras- ments of broken rainbow touching the gilded reredos of the altar on which gold vessels gllstened and can dies flickered palely.
 The transports and choir were slowly filling with the medley crowd of elebrities-soldiers, statesmen, diplomats, labor members One mo- ticed Bonar Law, Lloyd George Churchill thrusting his way rapidly rhrough-Curzon making what In a battleship would be called a big dis placement In atmosphere-Ciynes Ramsay Macdonald, outstanding In their black coats like Mooche on d painted sheet. The dazzling bril- liancy of their uniforms reduced the women's clothes to silence.
 The music ceased. One felt the cu- rious thrill of growing expectancy. The clergy came up into sactuary in heavy splendor. Then, like the dis tant roar of a great tide l heard the sound of cheering growing in vol ume until it broke Into wave out side the abbey walls-the King and Queen. There Is a rustic of rising to receive them. From above the guests looked like guady flower
  Queen looks splendid in a glttering dress of silver aqua marine. Over 1t she wears a blue sash garter. The royal procession takes seats to the right of the altar.
 Another Burst of Cheers.
 There Is a pause and then another burst of cheers. The bridegroom ad- vances up the nave between his two brothers As they arrive at the top of the chancel steph Queen Alexandra rises and with spontaneous tender ness kisses all three, then turns again and gives one last kiss to the bridegroom. His ordeal of waiting before this battery of eyes is well sustained and mercifully short.
 The biggest cheer of all is heard outside, telling us that the most poignant moment of every wedding is at hand-the bride is here. Through the wide open doors she enters with her white following. It is like let ting In daylight. All eyes are turned upon her. Her father leads her by the hand. after the manner of royal bride. Before her golden cross is carried high. When she reaches the step. the Duke of York moves to her side and they face the altar to- Rether The sun shines down upon them and the ancient familiar rit- ual begins. I have never been more conscious of It's dignity, Of US poetry, and of the glory of it's set ting. 1 am powerless to add or sub tract anything from 1t at taIs mo- ment.
 Final Moments of Ceremony.
 had thought of the duke as one who had his hearts desire. which nowadays must be won even by princes on their merit. I thought of her that she was winning supreme happiness and high honor, but not withouto sacrifice. She mad been Il great part to play. wide opportunities and powers which constitute a sesame to many doors. but was renuuncing forever that freedom which is the divine right of every subject and which no crowned head has ever known.
 The Archbishop of York's charge was perfect in it's grave geutleness and eloquent in it's simplicity lie spoke with wisdom and tenderness as to two children.
 Then God Save the King" crashed out. While the register was being signed We waited, listened to the an the m. the boys voices rising and falling. wondering and strayins among the echoes above.
 The bride and bridegroom turned and faced the great assem ply at the altar's steps. Radiance and quiet confidence shown from both as they walked hand and hand through the long nave and out to their new life among the cheering crowd beyond