"I am afraid there may be dark days for England ahead, but you, Trevanion, have entered into light. Now, then, before I go let me see your tenants and servants dance again." So I called to the old fiddlers, men who had lived in the parish all their lives, and they struck up "Sir Roger de Coverley," when old and young laughed alike. "All seem happy save yon old blind beggar," remarked my friend; "he seems sad and hungry." "Then he shall not be sad and hungry long," I said, noting for the first time an old man on the lawn; "stay a little longer, and you shall see that he will soon be as happy as the rest." "No," replied Boscawen; "I give you good evening, and all joy," and therewith he went away. "Fetch yon old man, Daniel, and give him of the best of everything," I said; "food and drink, aye, and a pipe and tobacco too. No man shall be sad and weary to-day if I can help it." So Daniel fetched him, and all the while young and old laughed and danced for very joy, aye, white-haired tottering old men and women, as well as the little children made the place ring with their joyous shouts. "You are happy, my love, are you not?" I said turning to the dear maid at my side. "Yes, perfectly happy, but for one cloud in the sky." "Nay, there must be nothing. Tell me what that one cloud is, and I will drive it away." "I cannot help it. You give me everything, and I give you nothing. I never cared for Restormel till you told me you loved me. I do not care about it for myself now--only for you, Roger. If I could bring you something now----" "Please sir, that old man wants to speak to you." I turned and saw the old beggar standing by Daniel's side. "I wish you joy on your wedding-day," he said in a thin quavering voice. He was much bent, and his eyes were nearly covered with green patches. "Thank you, old man," I said, "let them bring you food and drink. You are weary, sit down on this chair and rest." "I wish my lady joy, too," he said; "full joy, complete joy. That is an old man's blessing, and that is what I bring to her. May I--may I kiss my lady's hand?" Now I was not over-pleased at this; but another glance at the poor old creature drove away all unkind thought; besides, it was my wedding-day. And so Nancy gave him her hand to kiss. "May every cloud depart from your sky, my sweet lady," he said; "aye, and by God's blessing the last cloud shall be driven away." At this I started, for he had been repeating our own words. I looked at him again, and my heart beat strangely. "Let me add joy to the day, and not sorrow," he continued. "Let me bring my harp, and I will play the old Cornish melodies, and I will tell the old Cornish stories." "But not until you have had food and rest," said my dear Nancy. He would not wait for this, however, so the people flocked around him, and he played and sung wondrously for such an old man. After this he told the people stories which moved the wedding guests much, first to tears and then to laughter.