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whom folks jump upon seats to get a look at.

Very lovely was Barbara, in her soft white silk robes and her floating
veil. Her cheeks, now blushing rosy red, now pale as the veil that
shaded them, betrayed how intense was her emotion. The bridesmaids came
after her with jaunty steps, vain in their important office--Louisa
Dobede, Augusta and Kate Herbert, and Mary Pinner.

Mr. Carlyle was already in his place at the altar, and as Barbara neared
him, he advanced, took her hand, and placed her on his left. I don't
think that it was quite usual; but he had been married before, and ought
to know. The clerk directed the rest where to stand, and, after some
little delay, the service proceeded.

In spite of her emotion--and that it was great, scarcely to be
suppressed, none could doubt--Barbara made the responses bravely. Be
you very sure that a woman who _loves_ him she is being united to, must
experience this emotion.

"Wilt though have this man to be thy wedded husband, to live together
after God's ordinance, in the holy estate of matrimony?" spoke the Rev.
Mr. Little. "Wilt thou obey him, and serve him, love, honor, and keep
him in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep thee only
unto him, so long as ye both shall live?"

"I will."

Clearly, firmly, impressively was the answer given. It was as if Barbara
had in her thoughts one who had not "kept holy unto him," and would
proclaim her own resolution never so to betray him, God helping her.

The ceremony was very soon over, and Barbara, the magic ring upon her
finger and her arm within Mr. Carlyle's was led out to his chariot, now
hers--had he not just endowed her with his worldly goods?

The crowd shouted and hurrahed as they caught sight of her blushing
face, but the carriage was soon clear of the crowd, who concentrated
their curiosity upon the other carriages that were to follow it. The
company were speeding back to the Grove to breakfast. Mr. Carlyle,
breaking the silence, suddenly turned to his bride and spoke, his tone
impassioned, almost unto pain.

"Barbara, _you_ will keep your vows to me?"

She raised her shy blue eyes, so full of love to his; earnest feeling
had brought the tears to them.

"Always, in the spirit and in the letter, until death shall claim me. So
help me Heaven!"

The German watering-places were crowded that early autumn. They
generally are crowded at that season, now that the English flock abroad
in shoals, l