Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-03-20
WORLD FAMOUS STORIES
sCharles Dickens, isl2-is7o, was a
British novelist author of 'Pickwick
Papers" David Copperheld,' oliver
THE WEDDING.
BY CHARLES DICKENS.

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All the female servants were in
brand-new uniform of pink muslin
gowns with white bows In their caps,
running about the house in state of
excitement and agitation which it
would be impossible to describe. The
old grandmother was dressed out in a
brocaded gown which had not seen the
light for 20 years, saving and excepting
such truant rays as had stolen through
the chinks in the box in which it had
lain by, during the whole time.
Mr.. Trundle, the bridegroom, was in
high spirits, but little nervous withal.
The hearty old landlord was trying
to look very cheerful and unconcerned,
but failing signally in the attempt. All
the girls were in tears and white mus
lin, except select two or three who
were being honored with private view
OF the bride and the bridesmaids, up
stairs.
All the Pickwickians were in the most
blooming array. and there was terrific
roaring on the grass in front of the
house, occasioned by all the men, boys
and hobbledehoys attached to the farm.
each of whom had got white bow in
his buttonhole and all of whom were
cheering with might and main, being
melted thereunto and stimulated there
IN by the precept and example of Mr..
Samuel Weller, Mr.. Pickwick's servant
who had managed to become mighty
popular already and was as much at
home as If he had been born on the
land.
A wedding is licensed subject to
joke upon, but there really is no great
joke about it after ALL We speak mer-
rny of the ceremony and beg it to be
distinctly understood that we indulge in
no Kidding sarcasm upon married life.
Mixed up with the pleasure and Joy of
the occasion are the regrets of quitting
nome, the tears of parting between
parent and child, the consciousness of
leaving the dearest and kindest friends
OF the happiest portion of human life
TO encounter its care and troubles with
others still untried and little known
natural feelings which we would not
render this account mournful by de-
scribing, and which we should be still
more unwilling to be supposed to ridi-
cule
Let us briefly say that the ceremony
was performed in this instance by the
old clergyman, in the parish church of
Dlngley Dell, and that Mr.. Pickwick's
name is attached to the register, still
preserved in the vestry thereof; that
the young lady with the black eyes
signed her name in a very unsteady
and tremulous manner; that Emily S
signature, as the other bridesmaid, is
nearly illegible: that the young ladies
generally thought it far less shocking
than they had expected.
We may add that Mr.. Pickwick was
the first to salute the bride and that
in so doing he threw over her neck a
rich gold watch and chain, which no
mortal eyes but the jewelers. had ever
beheld before. Then the old church
bell RAM as gaily as it could and they
all returned to breakfast.
Then the cake was cut and passed
through the ring; the young ladies
saved pieces to put under their pillows
to dream of their future husbands on
and great deal of blushing and merri-
ment was thereby occasioned.
Mr.. Miller" said Mr.. Pickwick to
his old acquaintance, the hard-headed
gentleman, "a glass of wine?"
With great satisfaction, Mr.. Pick
VIC" replied the hard-headed gentle
man.
You'll take me IMP" said the benev.
olent old clergyman.
And me-" interpoSed his wife.
And me, and me-" said couple o
poor relations at the bottom of thu
table who had eaten and drunk yer,
heartily and laughed at everything.
Mr.. Pickwick expressed his heartfelt
delight at every additional suggestion
and his eyes beamed with hilarity ant
cheerfulness.
Ladies and gentlemen" said MI
Pickwick, suddenly rising.
Hear, hear! Hear, hear! Hear
hear!" cried Mr. Weller, in the excite
ment of his feelings.
Call in all the servants" cried oil
Wardle interposing to prevent the pub
lie rebuke which Mr.. Weller woul
otherwise indubitably have receive
/, from his master. GIVE them q glas