Yet within the halls of Holyrood neither storm nor darkness had any
influence on the excited spirits of the guests who were collected there
to celebrate, with minstrelsey and dance, the marriage of Sebastian.
Hundreds of lights flashed from the tapestried walls; wreaths of the
choicest flowers were twined around the columns; rich odors floated on
the air; and the voluptuous swell of music entranced a hundred young
and happy hearts with its intoxicating sympathies. All that there was
of beautiful and chivalrous in old Dunedin thronged to the court of its
enchanting queen on that eventful evening; and it appeared for once as
though the hate of party and the fierce zeal of clashing creeds had for
a time agreed to sink their differences in the gay whirl of merriment.
The stern and solemn leaders of the covenant relaxed the austerity
of their frown; the enthusiastic chieftains of the Romish faith were
content to mingle in the dance with those whom they would have met as
gladly in the fray.
With even more than her accustomed grace, brightest and most
bewitching where all were bright and lovely, did Mary glide among her
high-born visiters; no shade of sorrow dimmed that transparent brow,
or clouded the effulgence of that dazzling smile; it was an evening
of conciliation and rejoicing--of forgiveness for the past, and hope
rekindled for the future. There was no distinction of manner as she
passed from one to another of the animated groups that conversed,
or danced, or hung in silent rapture on the musicians’ strains, on
every side. Her tone was no less bland, as she addressed the gloomy
Morton, or the dark-browed Lindesay, but now returned from exile in
the sister-kingdom, than as she turned to her gayer and more fitting
associates. Never was the influence of Mary’s beauty more effective
than on that occasion; never did her unaffected grace, her sweet
address, her courtesy bestowed alike on all, exert a mightier influence
over the minds of men than on the very evening when her hopes were
about to be for ever blighted, her happiness extinguished, her very
reputation blasted, by the villany of false friends, and the violence
of open foes.
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