Graced the scene with their presence, and stood like the Law and the Gospel, One with the sanction of earth and one with the blessing of heaven. Simple and brief was the wedding, as that of Ruth and of Boaz. Softly the youth and the maiden repeated the words of betrothal, 5 Taking each other for husband and wife in the Magistrate's presence. After the Puritan way, and the laudable custom of Holland. Speaking of life and of death, and imploring divine benedictions. Lo! when the service was ended, a form appeared on the Clad in armor of steel, a sombre and sorrowful figure! Why does the bridegroom start and stare at the strange appari tion? Why does the bride turn pale, and hide her face on his shoulder? Is it a phantom of air,-a bodiless spectral illusion? 15 Is it a ghost from the grave, that has come to forbid the betrothal ? Xancy Long had it stood there unseen, a guest uninvited, unwelcomed; As when across the sky the driving rack of the rain-cloud 20 Grows for a moment thin, and betrays the sun by its brightness. But when were ended the troth and the prayer and the last Into the room it strode, and the people beheld with amazement Bodily there in his armor Miles Standish, the Captain of Plymouth! Grasping the bridegroom's hand, he said with emotion, "Forgive me! nerished in I have been angry and hurt,-too long have I cherished the I have been cruel and hard, but now, thank God! it is ended. 5 Mine is the same hot blood that leaped in the veins of Hugh Standish, Sensitive, swift to resent, but as swift in atoning for error. Never so much as now was Miles Standish the friend of John Alden." Thereupon answered the bridegroom: "Let all be forgotten between us, All save the dear, old friendship, and that shall grow older and dearer!" 10 Then the Captain advanced, and, bowing, saluted Priscilla, Gravely, and after the manner of old-fashioned gentry in Eng land, Something of camp and of court, of town and of country, commingled, Wishing her joy of her wedding, and loudly lauding her husband. Then he said with a smile: "I should have remembered the adage, 15 If you would be well served, you must serve yourself; and moreover, No man can gather cherries in Kent at the season of Christ mas!" Great was the people's amazement, and greater yet their rejoicing, Thus to behold once more the sunburnt face of their Captain, Whom they had mourned as dead; and they gathered and crowded about him, 20 Eager to see him and hear him, forgetful of bride and of bridegroom, Questioning, answering, laughing, and each interrupting the other, Till the good Captain declared, being quite overpowered and bewildered, He had rather by far break into an Indian encampment, Than come again to a wedding to which he had not been invited. 5 Meanwhile the bridegroom went forth and stood with the bride at the doorway, Breathing the perfumed air of that warm and beautiful morning. 10 There the familiar fields, the groves of pine, and the meadows; But to their eyes transfigured, it seemed as the Garden of Eden, Filled with the presence of God, whose voice was the sound of the ocean. Soon was their vision disturbed by the noise and stir of departure, Friends coming forth from the house, and impatient of longer delaying, 15 Each with his plan for the day, and the work that was left uncompleted. Then from a stall near at hand, amid exclamations of wonder, Alden the thoughtful, the careful, so happy, so proud of Priscilla, Brought out his snow-white bull, obeying the hand of its master, Led by a cord that was tied to an iron ring in its nostrils, 20 Covered with crimson cloth, and a cushion placed for a saddle. She should not walk, he said, through the dust and heat of the noon-day; Nay, she should ride like a queen, not plod along like a peasant. Somewhat alarmed at first, but reassured by the others, 5 Placing her hand on the cushion, her foot in the hand of her husband, Gayly, with joyous laugh, Priscilla mounted her palfrey. "Nothing is wanting now," he said, with a smile, "but the distaff; Then you would be in truth my queen, my beautiful Bertha !" Onward the bridal procession now moved to their new habitation, Happy husband and wife, and friends conversing together. Pleasantly murmured the brook, as they crossed the ford in the forest, Pleased with the image that passed, like a dream of love through its bosom, Tremulous, floating in air, o'er the depths of the azure abysses. 10 Down through the golden leaves the sun was pouring his splendors, Gleaming on purple grapes, that, from branches above them suspended, Mingled their odorous breath with the balm of the pine and the fir-tree, Wild and sweet as the clusters that grew in the valley of Eshcol. Like a picture it seemed of the primitive, pastoral ages, 15 Fresh with the youth of the world, and recalling Rebecca and Isaac, Old and yet ever new, and simple and beautiful always, Love immortal and young in the endless succession of lovers. So through the Plymouth woods passed onward the bridal procession. HELPS TO STUDY. Notes and Questions. How long had the Pilgrims been in their new home at the time this story opens? What tells you this? Find lines which tell how hard the first winter had been. What books were most conspicuous on the Captain's bookshelf? What tells you that the Captain had read his Caesar many times? What did he learn from Caesar's victories? What excuse did he make, later, for not acting upon this principle? Read the words in which John Alden tells why he will undertake the Captain's errand. What do you think of Alden's |