wedding

Among the springing thyme,

"Oh, peal upon our wedding,

And we will hear the chime,

P.S. (3)

I am to say that the wedding is finally settled for Tuesday.

Ah, my dear Miss Roper, you surely, surely can manage

And seem not like to get:

For all your clothes and wedding-ring

I've little doubt you fret.

The wedding hour was come, the aisles

Were flushed with sun and flowers that day;

My dearest Aunt, the Wedding-day,

But for Jane's loss, and you away,

And some one in the Study play’d

The Wedding-March of Mendelssohn.

And there it was I last took leave:

And in a loftier phrase he talk’d

With her, upon their Wedding-Day,

(The eighth), while through the fields they walk’d,

Vol. VIII. A Ballade upon a Wedding. By Sir John Suckling. _With Nine

Illustrations by Herbert Cole_.