The Hawks of Hawk-Hollow: A Tradition of PennsylavaniaBird, Robert Montgomery
History
The Hawks of Hawk-Hollow: A Tradition of Pennsylavania
Bird, Robert Montgomery
Pennsylvania -- History -- Fiction
The appearance of the man was itself diverting, but was rendered
still more so by his sudden assumption of the character and authority
of master of ceremonies, to which he seemed to consider he had the
best right in the world, and which he was, in the end, suffered to
exercise, for no better reason than that there was no other person
appointed to such an honour. He evidently held, that the chief
ceremony and pleasure of a wedding lay in the practice of his own
art; and he addressed himself to the task of marshalling and
animating the dancers with such zeal and enthusiasm, that several
forgot they were beginning the ball at the wrong end, seized upon
partners as forgetful, or as waggish, as themselves, and set Monsieur
Tiqueraque's heart in a blaze of rapture, by dancing outright. What
was begun in jest, came at last to be practised in earnest; and when
the clergyman with the military groomsmen rode up to the door, they
had some reason to fear lest their ill fate had deprived them of the
most impressive portion of the ceremony.
Their appearance was hailed with the greatest joy, and the more
especially when they declared they had met Colonel Falconer, and
received from him the same charges he had delivered to his
son,--namely, that the rites and rejoicings should not be delayed on
his account, even for a minute. They retired for a little space to
refit their disordered attire, and a few moments afterwards
reappeared, conducting, with the other attendants, the youthful pair
whose destinies were now to be united. The bride was very pale, her
eyes red with weeping, and her brows contracted into that expression
of imploring distress so frequent on her countenance; her lips
quivered incessantly; and ever and anon her frame was agitated by
that shuddering sob which remains as the last convulsion of tears.
Yet she walked into the room without faltering, and suffered herself
to be placed beside the lover, and surrounded by the guests, without
betraying any agitation sufficient to excite remark. All that was
observed was, that she kept rolling her eyes about her a little
wildly, as if in part bewildered by the sudden transition from her
quiet chamber to an apartment full of lights and human beings. At
last, her eyes fell upon the clergyman, and she surveyed him with a
gaze so fixed, so peculiar, so strongly indicative, as he thought, of
a troubled and unhappy spirit, that his own feelings became
disturbed, and he began the rites with an agitated voice.
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