"There’s only one health, or I should say two in one, to be drunk," explained Mr. Stanbury; "and Mr. Crocker here have kindly consented to do the speechifying." Mrs. Bowden, rather to her own surprise, grew lachrymose with the dessert. She cheered up, however, when Bartley rose to propose the health of the bride and bridegroom. To the habitually taciturn folk about him, his flow of speech appeared astounding, and not a few agreed that, though Crocker never did any work, yet his native talents were extraordinary and might have led him to any height of achievement. "Upon my word," admitted the bridegroom’s father, "it can’t be denied that the chap--light-minded though he may be, here and there--has got amazing gifts. In fact, to be honest, he can turn his hand to anything--larn a trade, fight a great fight and run into mouth-speech as easy and flowing as a parson. He’s a wonder--though I say it to your face, ma’am." He made this handsome criticism to Bartley’s mother, and she explained how that Sheepstor as yet knew but a fraction of the truth concerning her son. That the warrener spoke thus, however, largely warmed Nanny Crocker’s heart after her second glass of brown sherry; and she told Susan later in the day that there was rather more in Elias Bowden than met the eye. Bartley received a cheer when he rose and a still louder round when he sat down again. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "I beg leave to ask you all to drink long life and happiness to our friends David and Madge Bowden, who this day have joined hands for holy matrimony. I know ’em both and can give them both a very good character, I assure you. As for Madge, she’s just a warm, loving heart on two legs--all heart; and if you want to know what she is, don’t ask her, but ask the old people, and the terrible poor people, and them that be badly off for food and friends. They’ll tell you all about her. But you prosperous people, all sitting around here waiting to have a dash at your sherry--you don’t know nothing about her. She’s a good angel, that’s what Madge Stanbury have been ever since she could run to pick up some baby smaller than herself; and that’s what Madge Bowden will be to her dying day. As for David here, last time him and me met in company, he was the best man, I believe. No use for you to shake your head, David. Bested I was; but to-day I’m the best man and he’ve got to sing second. And I tell him to his face that he’s a right down good chap, and every good man be proud to know him. And, for my part, I think such a lot of David that I’d challenge him to fight again this day three months, but that I very well know what Madge would say about it. Besides, there’s one or two other people in the world besides David to be thought upon, and, though I know ’twould cheer Mr. Shillabeer up a lot if we could get Mr. Fogo down again and have another fight, I’m afraid we’re all too happy to want to go fighting;