Health drinking became the feature of the wedding feast, despite the fact that it had been intended to eschew it. Everybody found himself or herself toasted, and every man of the company was tempted or chaffed on to his legs in turn. The wine running out, Mr. Shillabeer insisted upon a personal contribution in this sort, and sent a pot-boy for certain claret that had hung fire for some years and yet, owing to intrinsic poverty of nature, could not be said much to improve with age. Nobody liked it as well as the more generous and mellow brown sherry; but the liquid was wine and free of cost: therefore the folk consumed it, thanked the giver and invited him also to say a few words. Several shook their heads at the prospect and foresaw that the ample spectre of Mrs. Shillabeer must instantly rise to cast a chill upon the spirit of the hour; but it was Mr. Bowden himself who urged the host to speak, and Reuben straddled his legs, heaved a mighty sigh, crossed his arms and addressed the company. "Why for you want me to say anything, Elias Bowden, I’m sure I don’t know; but I must do my share with the rest, I suppose, and I’m sure I hope, as we all hope, that this here wedding will be the beginning of a happy united life for bride and bridegroom. We, as have been in the state and had the fortune to draw a prize, like Mr. and Mrs. Bowden here, and Mr. and Mrs. Stanbury, and Mrs. Crocker, though she’s lost her prop and stay these many years, and me--we know what marriage is. But them as draw a blank, ’tis hidden from them, and the bachelor men and spinster women sprinkled about--they don’t know neither. But perhaps nobody in this company--widows or them as be still happily joined together--ever felt to marriage what I felt to it. Time and again I said to my dead partner that ’twas too good to last, and she’d laugh at me and say I was the sort that always met trouble half way. And I seed her fading out week after week; and I seed the wonnerful bulk of her dwindling; and yet I couldn’t realise what was coming till it did come. The last words she said to me--or rather she whispered ’em, for she was got far beyond speech--the last words was, ’Don’t you take on too much, Reuben. We shall meet again in the Better Land.’ And I’m sure I hope it may be so, though I’m an unworthy creature. And I hope you won’t think that I say these things to cast down any joyful member amongst us. Far from it. I only want for these young people to remember that the more they love, the worst must they suffer if things fall out contrariwise. But whether David goes, or Margaret here be plucked off untimely, ’twill be the joy and gladness of the one that’s left to remember what it was to have a well-loved partner. And so, whatever haps, they’ll never regret this day’s work. And I hope everybody have eaten and drunken to their liking." Then the bride insisted that Reuben should himself have some dinner.