Minerva wise, the warrior maid, Was in Miss Pierce’s form arrayed, And Juno, as the parson’s spouse, Did do the honours of the house. Momus in shape of Mr. Brace, Came laughing in & took his place, Diana at the bride’s right hand, In Catherine’s form was seen to stand. Ah, honest bridegroom, & fair bride, Ye little ken who graced your side! Little ye thought these Yankee duds, Clothed naught but goddesses & gods, Venus from mortal eye close veiled, All her immortal charms concealed, Toiled on in shape of Mrs. Reeve, The Gods their eyes could scarce believe, And every one laughed in his sleeve. And many a wink, & many a nod, Was sent by Goddess & by God, And scarce they could contain their glee, Their strange & altered shapes to see. Now entered high imperial Jove, Father of all the Gods’ above, From Ida’s top, Tho’ form & feature Acknowledged him as Dr. Beecher. With reverend look & solemn pace, He stepped before the bridegroom’s face, “Are the banns ready to be tied?” “Ready, aye ready,” Stephen cried. Then instantly by Jove’s command, The groom did take the fair bride’s hand, “Before these people who are met, You Stephen take for wife your Bet, And then to make the bargain even, You loving Betsey take him Stephen.”