Volume Ii Part 31 (2/2)

”It was fortunate that Mr. Taylor had a long purse,” remarked Mrs. Creighton; ”for he seems to have delighted in superfluities of all kinds.”

”I suppose you are aware, Mrs. Creighton, that false taste is always a very expensive foible,” said Mr. Wyllys; ”for it looks upon ornament and improvement as the same thing. My neighbour, Mr. Taylor, certainly has as much of that spirit as any man I ever knew.”

”The name he gave his place is a good proof of that,” said Harry.

”If he had called it the Colonnade, that would have been at least descriptive and appropriate; but he tacked on the Manor, which had neither rhyme nor reason to recommend it.”

”Was it not a Manor before the revolution?” inquired Mrs.

Creighton.

”Oh, no; only a farm belonging to the Van Hornes. But Taylor would not have it called a farm, for the world; he delights in big words,” said Mr. Wyllys.

”That is only natural, I suppose, for 'Don Pompey,' as Mr.

Stryker calls him,” observed Mr. Ellsworth.

The following morning was the happy occasion, which was to make Mrs. George Wyllys the wife of Uncle Dozie. In the course of the week, which intervened between her announcing the fact at Wyllys-Roof, and the wedding itself, she had only consulted her friends twice, and changed her mind as often. At first it was settled that she was to be married at two o'clock, in church, with four witnesses present, and that from church she was to return quietly to her own house, where the party were to eat a family dinner with her. A note, however, informed her friends that it was finally decided, that the wedding should take place early in the morning, at her own house, in the presence of some dozen friends. The dinner was also postponed for a fortnight, as the happy couple intended to set out for Boston, the morning they were united.

The weather was propitious; and after an early breakfast the party from Wyllys-Roof set out. It included Mr. Ellsworth and Mrs. Creighton, who were connexions of the bride, as well as Harry, and the family; Mary Van Alstyne remaining at home with Jane.

They soon reached Longbridge, after a pleasant, early drive. On being ushered into Mrs. Wyllys's drawing-room, they were received in a very informal manner by the bride herself. As Elinor had recommended a grey silk for the wedding-dress, she was not at all surprised to find her aunt wearing a coloured muslin. On one point, however, it was evident she had not changed her mind; for the happy man, Uncle Dozie, was there in full matrimonials, with a new wig, and a white waistcoat. The groom elect looked much like a victim about to be sacrificed; he was as miserably sheepish and fidgety as ever old bachelor could be under similar circ.u.mstances. Mrs. Creighton paid her compliments to the bride very gracefully; and she tried to look as if the affair were not a particularly good joke. Mr. Wyllys summoned up a sort of resigned cheerfulness; Miss Agnes and Elinor also endeavoured to look as became wedding-guests. The children, who had all received presents from the bridegroom, evidently thought the occasion a holiday. The clergyman having appeared, Mrs. Wyllys gave her hand to the trembling groom, and the important transaction was soon over.

'There is, at least, no danger of Uncle Dozie's taking a nap,'

thought Harry, 'he looks too nervous and uncomfortable for that.'

Congratulations and good wishes were duly offered; they served only to increase the bridegroom's distress, while the bride appeared perfectly satisfied, and in very good spirits. She felt disposed to make a cheerful sacrifice for the benefit of her children, to whom she had secured an efficient protector, while at the same time, she was now sure of a prudent friend and counsellor for life: so at least she informed Mrs. Creighton.

”I am sorry your brother is not here, Mr. Hubbard.”

”He went to New York, on business, last night,” said the groom.

”I hope you will have a pleasant trip to Boston,” continued Mr.

Wyllys.

”Thank you for the wish, sir,” interposed the bride, ”but we determined last evening to go to Niagara, as we have both been to Boston already.”

'We shall hear of you at New Orleans, yet,' thought Harry.

Refreshments were brought in, and everybody, of course, received their usual share of the wedding-cake.

”You see I have set you an excellent example,” said the bride to Mrs. Creighton and Elinor.

”We must hope that these ladies will soon follow it,” said Mr.

Ellsworth, with a glance at Elinor.

”Shall we thank him, Miss Wyllys?” said Mrs. Creighton. ”It was kindly meant, I dare say.”

Mr. Wyllys, who was standing near them, smiled.

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