into age, and become a moral to the beautiful around her! On they went, however, and had
glittered along about a third of the aisle, when another stroke of the bell seemed to fill the
church with a visible gloom, dimming and obscuring the bright pageant, till it shone forth
again as from a mist.
This time the party wavered, stopped, and huddled closer together, while a slight scream
was heard from some of the ladies, and a confused whispering among the gentlemen. Thus
tossing to and fro, they might have been fancifully compared to a splendid bunch of
flowers, suddenly shaken by a puff of wind, which threatened to scatter the leaves of an old,
brown, withered rose, on the same stalk with two dewy buds,--such being the emblem of
the widow between her fair young bridemaids. But her heroism was admirable. She had
started with an irrepressible shudder, as if the stroke of the bell had fallen directly on her
heart; then, recovering herself, while her attendants were yet in dismay, she took the lead,
and paced calmly up the aisle. The bell continued to swing, strike, and vibrate, with the
same doleful regularity as when a corpse is on its way to the tomb.
"My young friends here have their nerves a little shaken," said the widow, with a smile, to
the clergyman at the altar. "But so many weddings have been ushered in with the merriest
peal of the bells, and yet turned out unhappily, that I shall hope for better fortune under
such different auspices."
"Madam," answered the rector, in great perplexity, "this strange occurrence brings to my
mind a marriage sermon of the famous Bishop Taylor, wherein he mingles so many
thoughts of mortality and future woe, that, to speak somewhat after his own rich style, he
seems to hang the bridal chamber in black, and cut the wedding garment out of a coffin pall.
And it has been the custom of divers nations to infuse something of sadness into their
marriage ceremonies, so to keep death in mind while contracting that engagement which is
life's chiefest business. Thus we may draw a sad but profitable moral from this funeral
knell."
But, though the clergyman might have given his moral even a keener point, he did not fail
to dispatch an attendant to inquire into the mystery, and stop those sounds, so dismally
appropriate to such a marriage. A brief space elapsed, during which the silence was broken
only by whispers, and a few suppressed titterings, among the wedding party and the
spectators, who, after the first shock, were disposed to draw an ill-natured merriment from
the affair. The young have less charity for aged follies than the old for those of youth. The
widow's glance was observed to wander, for an instant, towards a window of the church, as
if searching for the time-worn marble that she had dedicated to her first husband; then her
eyelids dropped over their faded orbs, and her thoughts were drawn irresistibly to another
grave. Two buried men, with a voice at her ear, and a cry afar off, were calling her to lie
down beside them. Perhaps, with momentary truth of feeling, she thought how much
happier had been her fate, if, after years of bliss, the bell were now tolling for her funeral,
and she were followed to the grave by the old affection of her earliest lover, long her
husband. But why had she returned to him, when their cold hearts shrank from each other's
embrace?
Still the death-bell tolled so mournfully, that the sunshine seemed to fade in the air. A
whisper, communicated from those who stood nearest the windows, now spread through the
church; a hearse, with a train of several coaches, was creeping along the street, conveying