Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. IX.—February, 1851.—Vol. II.Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. IX.—February, 1851.—Vol. II.
Various
American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
The few days which intervened between my arrival and the wedding-day
were very busy ones; so busy that I could see very little of the bride
elect, and still less of the bridegroom. What I did see of the latter,
however, impressed me very favorably. He seemed worthy of all Amy might
become, all he thought she was, for he was passionately in love, as it
is not difficult to imagine a young man would be with a being so
beautiful and attractive. What her feelings toward him were, I could not
exactly decide. Everybody said she loved him, and so she thought
herself; but I could not bring myself to believe that her heart was yet
awakened to a profound and passionate sentiment of affection. She
admired her future husband, and was flattered by being the choice of one
who was universally allowed to be a superior man; she liked his company,
and felt grateful to him for his love. If this were not love, it was at
least a good foundation for it, and, perhaps, the wonder was that it had
not yet ripened into a warmer sentiment. But Amy was a child--a child
whose whole life had been surrounded by trifles; and there was a depth
and seriousness in Edward Lennox's character to which her own was yet
but imperfectly attuned. Would the future bring with it companionship
and love, or estrangement and indifference? A tremendous question this
appeared to me, but one which apparently entered into the head of no one
in all that busy house, except into that of the elderly spinster aunt.
The wedding took place. There is no occasion to describe it; most
people, at any rate the young ones, know how such things are managed
nowadays. The bride and bridegroom departed, and the bridesmaids
dispersed until the return of the wedded pair should re-assemble them
for the important business of receiving company. As this return was not
likely to be speedy, I too said farewell, for I had engaged to visit
other friends, before returning to my hermitage--as Mrs. R. persisted in
denominating my cottage--although it was situated close to a populous
village, and not far from a flourishing market-town.
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