The Journal of Countess Françoise Krasinska, Great Grandmother of Victor EmmanuelTańska-Hoffmanowa, Klementyna
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The Journal of Countess Françoise Krasinska, Great Grandmother of Victor Emmanuel
Tańska-Hoffmanowa, Klementyna
Diary fiction; Franciszka Krasińska, Countess, consort of Charles, Duke of Courland, 1743-1796 -- Fiction
Then the marshal gave a sign; the band in the choir and the
Italian singers fetched from Warsaw began a triumphal march,
accompanied by the discharge of cannons outside, and when this
was all over, and silence re-established, the Count pronounced a
fine and very moving exhortation, at the end of which Basia fell
again at his feet, sobbing; she tried to speak, but not a word
could she utter.
After mutual embracings, salutations, and congratulations,
Father Albert sprinkled us with holy water, and presented a
cross with relics to be kissed. But he made a mistake, giving it
first to Madame the Castellan Jordan before Madame Kochanowska,
mother of the duke's envoy. Fortunately, my honored Mother
noticed the error, and begged the latter lady to lead the
bridegroom from the altar, and thus happily all unpleasantness
was avoided. The bride was attended by the king's envoy, and
again, two by two, we returned from the chapel. Soon afterwards
the dinner was announced. The tables in the banquet-hall were
arranged so as to form the letter B; in the centre stood the
result of the fortnight's invention and labor of our French
confectioner,--an ell[10]-high pyramid representing the temple of
Hymen, where, amidst all kind of ornaments, allegorical figures,
and inscriptions, were the coats of arms of the two families.
There were also many other devices on the table, in silver
baskets, vases, epergnes, porcelain figures, etc.; it was so
crowded that our little dwarf could not have easily walked on
the table this time. It would not be possible to enumerate all
the courses of the dinner, and as for the wine which was drunk,
I wonder if the butler himself could give an account. Besides
other wines, they drank at that dinner a barrel of wine which
was called "Miss Barbara's wine," which the Count, according to
the Polish custom, brought from Hungary in the year of Basia's
birth, and which had been kept for her wedding day. Each of us
has such a barrel. Then they began the toasts: first for Poland,
then for the young pair, then for the king, the Duke of
Courland, the royal princes, the primate, the master of the
house, the ladies, etc., each accompanied with loud shoutings,
hurrahs, breaking of the glasses, with the music of the band and
the firing of cannons; altogether there was such a tumult that I
think there will not be a greater one on doomsday.
[10] Two feet.
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