shone all that ever
was produced by the mines of Golconda. Her hair had no other extraneous
ornament than a small sprig of artificial roses; but the dignity of her
air, the elegance of her shape, the sweetness and sensibility of her
countenance, added to such warmth of colouring, and such exquisite
symmetry of features, as could not be excelled by human nature, attracted
the eyes and excited the admiration of all the beholders. The effect
they produced in the heart of Sir Launcelot was such a rapture as we
cannot pretend to describe. He made his appearance on this occasion in a
white coat and blue satin vest, both embroidered with silver; and all who
saw him could not but own that he alone seemed worthy to possess the lady
whom Heaven had destined for his consort. Captain Crowe had taken off a
blue suit of clothes strongly guarded with bars of broad gold-lace, in
order to honour the nuptials of his friend. He wore upon his head a
bag-wig, a la pigeon, made by an old acquaintance in Wapping; and to his
side he had girded a huge plate-hilted sword, which he had bought of a
recruiting serjeant. Mr. Clarke was dressed in pompadour, with gold
buttons; and his lovely Dolly in a smart checked lutestring, a present
from her mistress.

The whole company dined, by invitation, at the house of Dr. Kawdle; and
here it was that the most deserving lovers on the face of the earth
attained to the consummation of all earthly felicity. The captain and
his nephew had a hint to retire in due time. Mrs. Kawdle conducted the
amiable Aurelia, trembling, to the marriage-bed; our hero, glowing with a
bridegroom's ardour, claimed the husband's privilege. Hymen lighted up
his brightest torch at Virtue's lamp, and every star shed its happiest
influence on their Heaven-directed union.

Instructions had been already despatched to prepare Greavesbury Hall for
the reception of its new mistress; and for that place the new-married
couple set out next morning, according to the plan which had been
previously concerted. Sir Launcelot and Lady Greaves, accompanied by
Mrs. Kawdle and attended by Dolly, travelled in their own coach, drawn by
six dappled horses. Dr. Kawdle, with Captain Crowe, occupied the
doctor's post-chariot, provided with four bays. Mr. Clarke had the
honour to bestride the loins of Bronzomarte. Mr. Ferret was mounted upon
an old hunter; Crabshaw stuck close to his friend Gilbert; and two other
horsemen completed the retinue.