It cast no shadow over my joy, that Francisco survived that terrible
night; and, along with his Dolores, lived to complete the _marriage
commenced among the mountains_, and so ruthlessly interrupted.
I had the pleasure of being present at the crowning scene of the
ceremony. It came off in the Capital--in the quiet little church of the
Capuchins--where Don Eusebio, instead of insisting upon his daughter
becoming _una novia del Cristo_, gave his consent to her being the bride
of Francisco Moreno.