"Thus grief still treads upon the heel of pleasure,
Married in haste we may repent at leisure."
--SHAKESPEARE
The parties are wedded. The priest or clergyman has pronounced as one
those hearts that before beat in unison with each other. The assembled
guests congratulate the happy pair. The fair bride has left her dear
mother bedewed with tears and sobbing just as if her heart would
break, and as if the happy bridegroom was leading her away captive
against her will. They enter the carriage. It drives off on the
wedding tour, and his arms encircles the yielding waist of her now
all his own, while her head reclines on the breast of the man of her
choice. If she be young and has married an old man, she will be sad.
If she has married for a home, or position, or wealth, a pang
will shoot across her fair bosom. If she has married without due
consideration or on too light an acquaintance, it will be her sorrow
before long. But, if loving and beloved, she has united her destiny
with a worthy man, she will rejoice, and on her journey feel a glow
of satisfaction and delight unfelt before and which will be often
renewed, and daily prove as the living waters from some perennial
spring.
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