Year: 1861

The innumerable friends of the Rev.
Henry Ward Beecher would hardly for
give US if we were to omit mentioning the
pleasing incident that occurred at bis
country residence at Peekskill last week.
On Wednesday morning, after the dew was
dry, Mr.. Beecher chose a spot under the
shadows of the trees near his garden. where
in the presence of fit circle of friends and
neighbors, he gave away his only daughter
in novel ceremony of marriage. The
beauty Of the day, and the beauty of the
ceremony together. rendered the scene
singularly charming, tender, and impress
i've.


No guests were previously invited, ex-
cept relatives and household companions,
owing to the impossibility Of accommoda-
ting in moderate country town so many
acquaintances as a famous special contrib
utor has the fortune to possess. But a.
mong the chance guests, whose presence
added not the least picturesque feature 20
the scene, were the werkmen of Mr.. B. 5
farm, who stood as witnesses in the field,
dressed in their best.


Was ever such a church or dwelling for
wedding ceremony? The Highlands swept
their glorious walls around The north and
west; graceful sloping hills shut in the
east and south the heavens above were
clear as crystal and without a stain Of
cloud; and so in this great house not made
by hands, the young pair stood up, leaves
quivering above their heads, the grass,
hardly dry of dew, under their feet, and
innumerable flowers in the near garden
filing the air with fragrance.


Abou6 the middle of the afternoon, af-
ter the wedding-feast. the new married
pair set out upon their bridal tour; not on
the steamboat or railroad car, but with
horse and chaise-the gift of the brides
father--trot off for the winding roads
of the Highlands of the Hudson, thence to
the homes of numerous uncles and aunts in
Connecticut and Massachusetts, to return
after few weeks to the town of Norwich,
in the Chenango Valley of this State. where
the bridegroom, the Rev. Samuel Scoville,
has lately been called as Congregational
minister


This journey was begun under good aus
piees, for according to the Irish custom to
secure good luck, two of the party had
provided themselves each with an old Shoe
and as the carriage started, the shoes were
thrown after them with a good will, one
falling just behind, while the other, vault
ing over the top, pumped fairly within the
earriage-thus bringing down upon the
fortunate pair all the blessings, external
and internal, which can possibly be sup
posed to reside in old shoes. As another
Of our Special Contributors was the throw
er of one of these tokens, we need not say
it is luck enough for the young lady to
stand in Mrs. Stoves old shoes


Of course we will not be a public tell
tale of the particulars of a private wedding
party, yet we cannot help mentioning that
the bride was dressed in pure white, with
out jewel for ornament except natures
Jewels Of fresh buds and flowers. But if
during the golden weather Of the declining
summer, or the beginning of October col
ors on the trees, any wedding ceremony, or
wedding journey to follow it, can possibly
be made mere beautiful and delightful than
this, we hereby give out our intention to
make public chronicle thereof, as here
of course begging all requisite pardon of
the parties at the foot of the notice.-In-
dependent.