CHAPTER XXXIII. THE HAPPY DAY

IT was a bright day in the latter part of October that Jerome and

Clotelle set out for the church, where the marriage ceremony was to be

performed. The clear, bracing air added buoyancy to every movement, and

the sun poured its brilliant rays through the deeply-stained windows,

as the happy couple entered the sanctuary, followed by old Mr. Devenant,

whose form, bowed down with age, attracted almost as much attention from

the assembly as did the couple more particularly interested.

As the ceremonies were finished and the priest pronounced the

benediction on the newly-married pair, Clotelle whispered in the ear of

Jerome,--

“'No power in death shall tear our names apart,

As none in life could rend thee from my heart.'”

A smile beamed on every face as the wedding-party left the church and

entered their carriage. What a happy day, after ten years' separation,

when, both hearts having been blighted for a time, they are brought

together by the hand of a beneficent and kind Providence, and united in

holy wedlock.

Everything being arranged for a wedding tour extending up the Rhine, the

party set out the same day for Antwerp. There are many rivers of greater

length and width than the Rhine. Our Mississippi would swallow up half

a dozen Rhines. The Hudson is grander, the Tiber, the Po, and the

Mincio more classic; the Thames and Seine bear upon their waters greater

amounts of wealth and commerce; the Nile and the Euphrates have a

greater antiquity; but for a combination of interesting historical

incidents and natural scenery, the Rhine surpasses them all. Nature has

so ordained it that those who travel in the valley of the Rhine shall

see the river, for there never will be a railroad upon its banks. So

mountainous is the land that it would have to be one series of tunnels.

Every three or four miles from the time you enter this glorious river,

hills, dales, castles, and crags present themselves as the steamer

glides onward.

Their first resting-place for any length of time was at Coblentz, at the

mouth of the “Blue Moselle,” the most interesting place on the river.

From Coblentz they went to Brussels, where they had the greatest

attention paid them. Besides being provided with letters of

introduction, Jerome's complexion secured for him more deference than is

usually awarded to travellers.

Having letters of introduction to M. Deceptiax, the great lace

manufacturer, that gentleman received them with distinguished honors,

and gave them a splendid [soiree,] at which the [elite] of the city were

assembled. The sumptuously-furnished mansion was lavishly decorated for

the occasion, and every preparation made that could add to the novelty

or interest of the event.

Jerome, with his beautiful bride, next visited Cologne, the largest and

wealthiest city on the banks of the Rhine. The Cathedral of Cologne

is the most splendid structure of the kind in Europe, and Jerome and

Clotelle viewed with interest the beautiful arches and columns of this

stupendous building, which strikes with awe the beholder, as he gazes at

its unequalled splendor, surrounded, as it is, by villas, cottages,

and palace-like mansions, with the enchanting Rhine winding through the

vine-covered hills.

After strolling over miles and miles of classic ground, and visiting

castles, whose legends and traditions have given them an enduring fame,

our delighted travellers started for Geneva, bidding the picturesque

banks of the Rhine a regretful farewell. Being much interested in

literature, and aware that Geneva was noted for having been the city

of refuge to the victims of religious and political persecution, Jerome

arranged to stay here for some days. He was provided with a letter

of introduction to M. de Stee, who had been a fellow-soldier of Mr.

Devenant in the East India wars, and they were invited to make his house

their home during their sojourn. On the side of a noble mountain, whose

base is kissed by the waves of Lake Geneva, and whose slopes are decked

with verdure to the utmost peak of its rocky crown, is situated the

delightful country-residence of this wealthy, retired French officer. A

winding road, with frequent climbs and brakes, leads from the valley to

this enchanting spot, the air and scenery of which cannot be surpassed

in the world.

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