tude and silence beneath the summer sun. To us, after wandering about the terraces and grounds, it seems a little strange that this garden scene, which after all is closely shut in, should have monopolised, as it were, the attention of the artists. There are other spots-one fine avenue, for instance-and some charming outlooks with indications of distance, which at least have an equal claim to admiration; but perhaps it is the combination of the living green with the dead stone grey-the fleeting verdure that perishes in a single season, with the masonry that has lasted so many centuries, which "lends enchantment to the view." According to Mr. Duesbury, the archeologist, the structures of Haddon Hall belong to five distinct periods. The oldest date from 1070 to 1250; the next oldest from 1300 to 1380; the next from 1380 to 1470; the next from 1470 to 1550; and the most modern from 1550 to 1624. It is beyond doubt the mixture of styles prevailing at so many different periods, and here assembled together, which constitutes the main attraction which Haddon Hall has for the antiquary, and which makes this ruinous mass of masonry so interesting and impressive. We recommend the reader who may intend a visit not to be influenced too much by his first impressions. There is an air of meanness, and there are almost suggestions of squalor in some of the details, while the place is not at all planned on a scale of grandeur; but this feeling, should he be aware of it, will vanish as his examination proceeds and he realises, as he will not fail to do, the actual circumstances amidst which the nobility of England lived and acted throughout successive generations. WE THE KING OF ITALY. E all heard enough, and more than enough, about the anniversary of the 25th year of Pio Nono as Pope. Less has been heard about the celebration of a similar anniversary in the case of Victor Emmanuel, the King of Italy. We must not let the record of the year pass without including an account of this event, which was celebrated in Rome and throughout Italy as a national holiday. The 23rd of March was the twenty-fifth anniversary of Victor Emmanuel's accession. Events move rapidly. Five-and-twenty years ago, on this day, the battle of Novara was lost, and again the tyrant power of Austria set its foot on prostrate, but not spirit-broken, Italy. The day was one of humiliation and sorrow: the battle was lost; Charles Albert, dispirited and heart-broken, resigned his crown to his son. It was a day of losing and winning; a day which Italy will long celebrate as an initial chapter in her history. In Rome, therefore, cannon announced early that the 25th had dawned, and in the court of the Quirinale, where the king had arrived the night before, two thousand children, the young Romans from the municipal schools, assembled to greet the good king, il re galantuomo, with patriotic songs at sunrise. It was a poetical idea, and by sunrise all the town might be supposed to be astir, so gay were the houses with flags, which many people, it was said, had displayed over-night, commencing their festival in Roman Catholic fashion on the eve of the preceding day. Already music filled the air from military bands stationed in the principal piazzas, and in every quarter prevailed a sentiment of rejoicing, whilst the dark, old Ghetto seemed determined to outdo every other quarter in the expression of its goodwill. Pio Nono released the Jews from many an ancient oppression and humiliation, but it was left for Victor Emmanuel to raise them to the rank of other citizens. The Jew is now no longer therefore confined to the Ghetto-he may reside where he will-but still the Ghetto is his head-quarters. Several Jews are now, under the present liberal rule, members of the Chamber of Deputies, and a Jew is the proprietor of one of the ablest and best of the daily papers of the city. Gratitude, therefore, mingled with the rejoicings of the Jews on this the king's jubilee.. Things are done early in Rome, and the municipal body, in its ground glass coaches, somewhat in the style of the Lord Mayor's, proceeded at nine o'clock from the Campidoglio, which answers to our Mansion House or Guildhall, to the Quirinale with their address; and perhaps even in advance of them came the whole diplomatic body, with Mr. Marsh, the United States Minister, at its head, as the dean or oldest member, and the Japanese and the French Ministers as the latest. The king had something to do that morning, with his levée of three thousand, reading addresses from the Senate and Chamber of Deputies, the syndics and municipalities of the principal cities of Italy. So long, indeed, was he occupied, that the crowd which had assembled in the piazza waited long before it was gratified by a sight of that homely but kindly countenance from the balcony of the palace, for which it had so long clamoured. In the meantime, the rain, which had been wanted for months for the fields and gardens, the vineyards and the olive-grounds, began to pour down. Thus, in great measure, was spoiled the show for the rest of the day -the grand review, always a favourite sight, and, above all, the illumination for the evening, when the Colosseum, the Palace of the Caesars, and the Forum were to have been shown in the artificial glory in which the Romans take such delight, and which converts all into a wonderful fairy-land show. Yes, the rain, the otherwise welcome rain, put an end to the illumination; pity only, said the sightloving people, that after so long a delay it could not have waited four-and-twenty hours longer, more especially as the next evening, when otherwise it might have taken place, was the eve of a great festa, which every good Catholic, whether Royalist or papalino, must honour, the festival of the Annunciation, otherwise Lady-day. But to leave all that, Victor Emmanuel received various addresses which seem to have given him pleasure-one at least of a very noteworthy character, an autograph letter from a great monarch who is, at this present moment, doing the work of Martin Luther right royally-the Emperor of Germany, and which letter, no less than the determined stand which he is making against the aggressions of the Romish Church, are gall and bitterness in the Vatican. "God has brought your majesty," says the aged emperor, "to behold the triumph of the liberty and independence of Italy. My sincere wish is that the Almighty may ever protect your majesty and the Italian people." A beautiful, heart-felt prayer this, to which every friend of the king can say, "Amen." Though probably all the replies given to the various addresses by the king were prepared beforehand for him, we must all the same approve of the spirit which they embody. For instance, in reply to the deputations from the municipalities, "he rejoiced in the thought that the unity of Italy was a pledge of European peace, and that when Rome became the capital of Italy, a principle was established equally beneficial to civilisation and religion." This is a great truth, for when Rome became the capital of Italy the surest death-blow was given to the papacy. Altogether this jubilee was a great day, a day in which the true friends of Italy rejoiced, yet with a drawback. Italy is not yet happy. A great pressure lies upon her. Italy groans under the weight of her imposts; the loyalty of the Roman totters under the bread-tax. The king, whom all men desire to honour, the re galantuomo whom all would willingly serve, loves hunting as our Norman William did; better, some think, than even his people. His stables and his villas rise up on all hands, whilst the poor are crouched together in hovels and dens where he would not lodge his dogs, and sigh bitterly because beans are so dear, because bread is so dear, because the gardens which of old produced such abundance of fenocchi (fennel) and salad are now cut up for building ground, and no green thing is left for them but the dandelion in the fields. All this is very sad, and sadder still is it when demagogues are listened to; and there is, no doubt, a faction in Rome which would be willing, if he were young enough and rash enough to undertake it, to welcome Garibaldi from his island, and under him fight again for a Republic. Let us, however, hope that the prayer of the Emperor of Germany may be heard, and that the Almighty may protect the King and the Italian people. MARY HOWITT. THE LAND OF THE GIANT CITIES. EZRÁ ZRÁ is an extensive ruin three or four miles in circumference. Some of the buildings are very massive and look very old, as they are half-buried in accumulated rubbish; but when one sees in the massive wall a Greek inscription, wrong side up, showing that it was taken from some other building, he rationally concludes that the structure is not older than the ruin from which its literary ornaments were rifled. Probably the most interesting edifice in Ezrá is the Church of St. George. It is one of the oldest Christian structures in the world. From an inscription we learn that the church was erected in 410 of the Bostrian era, corresponding to It owed its construction to John Diomede. He built it on the site of a pagan temple, and dedicated it to St. George, who appeared to him, not in a dream or vision, as one would have supposed from Dr. Manning's theory of the Sacred Heart, but in reality. The tomb of St. George, containing his bones, is in the church, and is an object of veneration to Moslems as well as Christians. The form of the church is that of an octagon described within a square. Eight piers support the lofty dome, which has an external gallery running round it. This Church of St. George was built after the pattern of the church at Antioch, which was the first octagonal church ever erected, and dates from the time of Constantine. 515 A.D. As we pitch our tent we are joined by the Greek priest, who, I doubt not, has the true succession from the Greek priest, his predecessor, who ran away with Burckhardt's money. He shows a disposition to take limited views of European society through the small openings of our tent. When admitted he tells a harrowing tale of Moslem persecution and murder, which breaks down under examination. He is a very ignorant and unclean priest, and a very importunate beggar, and a very disagreeable man every way. The inhabitants of the place are about half Moslem and half Christian. The Moslems of the place are sullen and morose, but I visit them all notwithstanding. The Christians are keen and active, and they all visit us. As a rule, the men of Ezrá are tall and well made, and the women would be handsome but for the tattoo marks on their faces. The children are very beautiful, and the old women are simply hideous. Several villainous-looking characters are hanging about the camp on pretence of looking at our books, and they become very much interested in our books when we watch them; but as they have the wrong side of the books up, it may be presumed that they are not profiting very much. We are informed that we may expect to be robbed during the night, as the caves about the village are infested with robbers. Our muleteers, though_unarmed, threaten loudly, and in the most emphatic language, that if any one appears during the night they will blow them into a thousand atoms. I show my gun as a curiosity, and the rapidity of its fire, thirty shots a minute, is very impressive, and probably helped to secure us an undisturbed night. We leave Ezrá by a path at right angles to the one by which we entered, and cross the promontory due east in the direction of Jebel Kuleib. The road is similar to that by which we entered, the black surface of the rock being worn smooth by traffic till it has the same metallic polish, and there are here and there, especially in the hollows, fragments of the Roman pavement polished and slippery also by much wear. In our descent we meet several very finelooking village women, who would be counted handsome in any country, but for the horrible blue tattoo ornaments worked on their faces and lips. Here also we get our supply of partridge for the day. In twenty-five minutes we reach the bay on the eastern side of the promontory, and launch once more on the vast green sea, with the indented and ruin-crowned coast of the Lejah or Argob on our left. After a lovely sail of two hours we turn in to the left, behind a headland, to visit Busr el Hariry. We reach the ruin over an execrable road, and find it scattered over the two sides of a wady. The ruins are extensive, ancient, and massive, and contain, as usual, many Greek inscriptions. We find the women at the cisterns, but the water is so scarce, that we can scarcely, even by paying for it, get enough for our horses. Both men and women surround us here with the pale assassin faces we see in Damascus, and gaze at us in the calm silence of suppressed fanaticism, and there is lightning in those pale clouded brows; but, lest it should dart forth on us, we draw their attention from ourselves by urging them to buy books. The only civil man in the place is the old green-turbaned keeper of the mosque, which is the most conspicuous object in the place. He holds our horses, and permits us to copy all the inscriptions. Quitting Busr el Hariry without regret, we embark once more on a green sea of We pass Dûr, a large village, with a square high poppy growing corn." tower standing at a distance from the houses, and we see a number of smaller places of the ordinary Hauranic type. We have here a typical Moslem for I hope my readers will pardon the use of nautical phraseology thus far, for we cannot divest ourselves of the feeling that we are sailing along near the tide line, with a black rugged coast on our left, and a vast green sea on our right. Indeed, my companion, who is no more of a geologist than myself, suggests that the molten flood may have been poured out from the bowels of the earth ere the shallow sea had retreated, and hence the horribly contorted forms into which the seething mass finally settled down. travelling companion. He is an intelligent plough- | with gold thread. Every one seems to treat her with maker, and we have conversation with him on many the greatest deference, and her will is law at the subjects. His theory about the Koran is that it sheikh's board. When she sees me buying old coins has superseded all other revelations; and he adds of she asks me to go with her and she will sell me a few. books in general, that they are an impertinence to Instead, however, of leading the way into the sheikh's both God and man, as the Koran contains all know- house, or to some house in the village, she marches ledge. He is the first Hauran Moslem we have met straight out of the town, and for the first time I find who does not seem preternaturally stolid. she is not the sheikh's wife. I follow her through labyrinths of congealed lava, not without some misgivings; but I have my revolver with me, and at worst I could make a good race back to the village. Nor would my Druze friends allow me to be drawn into an ambush. About a quarter of a mile from the town we reach a solitary tent, pitched on a little patch of green among the dismal rocks. She invites me into her "house of hair" with the vivacity of a Frenchwoman; and though my curiosity is roused to the highest pitch, a vision of strong-minded women, from Jezebel to Lady Macbeth, rises up before me, and I feel more comfortable standing outside and peeping into her tent after her. From what I see, I conclude that she lives in this tent entirely alone, but neither from herself nor from the villagers am I able to learn anything of this remarkable woman. She soon emerges with a handful of old coins, Cufic, and Constantines, and Remus and Romulus tugging at the wolf; but among the common rubbish I find one which is a real treasure, and especially useful in the identification of Edrei. It is the imperial Greek coin, referred to above, struck at Adraa. There is a huge ill-shapen giant on the reverse of this coin, struck in the city of Og. He bears in his left hand a club like "a weaver's beam," and in his right hand a skull. One of his feet also seems to rest upon a skull. The Romans permitted towns to place on the reverses of their coins their tutelary deities and traditional heroes, and so we see on coins of Sidon, Astarte; on coins of Dium, Dagon; and here, doubtless, on this coin of Adraa we have a remnant of the tradition of Og, the last of the "remnant of the giants" (Deut. iii. 11), preserved by the people of his native town. We have now coasted round more than half the well-defined border of the Lejah, and at midday we turn up north-east to Nejran. When I last approached Nejran a battle was going on within its walls. We heard the guns, and the tumult of battle, and turned away, and on the morrow heard the result in killed and wounded. The wonderful unanimity of the Druzes, which we see so much applauded in books, is less the fruit of religious principle than the result of external pressure from their enemies. We enter Nejran through a savage wilderness of gloomy rocks. We find the town half in ruins, and the population half Druze, half Christian. The Druze sheikh, Fendy Abu Fakhr, gives us a hearty welcome. He leads us to an open veranda covered with mats, and spreads a felt rug on the ground. Then he orders up laban in a lordly bowl, and we all three sit down on the rug, and cement friendship by eating together. The sheikh calls up his little son to kiss our hands, but we refuse to allow him to do so, on the ground that we are teachers of a Christianity, an clement of which is self-respect; but in the meantime the Christians come hurrying up to see us, and on entering the veranda they all, even the old men, kiss the hand of the sheikh's son, though he is only a child of seven years old. It is humiliating to see the manner in which these Christians cringe before the Druzes; they immediately, however, fall fiercely on us for calling ourselves Christians, and eating in Lent, which gives us a fine opportunity to give them a lecture by way of self-defence. A tall lady, whom we take to be the sheikh's wife, acts as our hostess, and to her we give our fee, which must be paid over again, for we find we are always more welcome where we pay our way. The lady, however, is so different from all other women that we have seen in the Hauran that she deserves a passing notice. She is dressed in a long blue skirt reaching down to her feet, and over it a blue calico robe, lined with red, which she folds back to let the red appear. She wears great coarse boots, reaching half way to her knees, and a black handkerchief on her head, over which she has a turban of red and green; and encircling her brow, and round her head, she has strings of gold coins. She is tall and slender in contrast with the thick, stumpy Druze women. Her face is long and pale, her forehead high, her features well cut and very animated when she speaks. Her eyes, dark as a gazelle's, shoot from under artificially arched brows, and the arches are magnified by carefully applied pigments. She carries in her hand a cherry pipe with amber mouthpiece, and worked over On my return to the village, the sheikh takes me away very mysteriously to the roof of his house, and when I expect to hear some State secret which (à la Tancred) will shake a hundred thrones, he merely informs me that he wants to be in the purse of the English consul. Having no political mission, and not wanting to hamper myself by inconvenient promises, I answer, "You are a very big man, and tho consul's purse is only a few inches wide." He then explains that he wants English protection, and to be a protégé of the consul. I reply, "Oh, sheikh! your own proverb says, 'too much tying loosens.' Everybody knows the goodwill the Druzes bear to the English, and the protection the English extend to the Druzes. Do not loosen the knot of friendship that exists between you by any attempt to tie it tighter." The proverb may not always be logical, but if it be aptly applied it is always conclusive in this country. He comes down from the roof as well satisfied with my reply as if I had made the present debtor to the future by a score of extravagant promises which I could never hope to perform. Our visit to Nejran is one of the pleasantest we have made in the Hauran. We have a good sale for our books, and a most pressing invitation to stay during the night, but we push on to Mejdel, the residence of my friend Sheikh Hazimeh, the most powerful of all the Druze sheikhs. AN AMERICAN WEDDING. green, studded with japonicas and chased with helio WITH descriptions of royal and imperial wed-rope and rare blossoms. On the eastern side of the dings in the old world we are all familiar. If any suppose that American weddings are marked by a simplicity sternly in keeping with republican institutions, the report of the marriage of the President's daughter, Miss Nellie Grant, may undeceive them. No court newsman could hope to vie with the grandiloquent rhetoric in which the scene was described. Yet we are told by the American newspapers that "the event was distinguished by that republican simplicity so becoming in the family of the first citizen of this republic." It was so, but the report of the New York special correspondent, and another still more gushing account by a lady, would give a different impression. From these reports we give a few extracts, to show the usages of an American wedding in the highest circles. That journal which sent Stanley into the heart of Africa in quest of Livingstone was not to be baffled by the exclusion of reporters from the White House. The "New York Herald" "special" came, saw, and reported. His report, in the paper of May 22, is prefaced in the usual style of large capital announcements, thus: WHITE HOUSE NUPTIALS. WEDDING OF MISS NELLIE GRANT TO MR. SARTORIS. THE BRIDAL PAIR AS VIEWED DURING THE SERVICE. LIST AND VALUE OF THE BRIDAL PRESENTS. THEIR ARRIVAL IN NEW YORK LAST EVENING. THE WHITE HOUSE. WASHINGTON, MAY 21, 1874.--The day which witnessed the marriage of the President's daughter was radiant with sunshine, and long before the hour set apart for the ceremony a large crowd had gathered around the gates of the White House. Unusual precautions had been taken to prevent the admission of representatives of the press in Washington, and your correspondent was the only journalist present. On arriving he was shown into one of the retiring rooms on the right of the entrance, where the wraps of the ladies and head-gear of the gentlemen were deposited, and where the ladies shook out the ample folds of their elegant dresses, and cast a final look of inquiry into the mirrors. Mrs. Secretary Fish, Mrs. Postmaster-General Creswell, and Mrs. Sharp, sister of Mrs. Grant, occupied the Blue Room, and did the hospitalities for Mrs. Grant. After being presented to these ladies by Senator Cameron, the "Herald" correspondent passed through the Green Room, where wedding-cake, tastefully done up in small white paper boxes, tied with white satin ribbon, was piled on a centre table awaiting distribution among the guests, and out into the famous East Room, where were assembled the major portion of guests who had thus far arrived. room, and immediately in front of the main entrance, a platform had been erected extending between the two windows. This platform was about nine inches in height, and covered with a Persian carpet of beautiful design. On the east side were banks of flowers embedded in moss, and over its centre, pending from the ceiling, was a large bell wrought of the purest white camelias, and suspended by a cord of evergreen twisted and curled to resemble a rope. On each side of this marriage bell, under which the young people were to be united, were wreaths of evergreens, sprinkled with a delicate white blossom. That on the right of the bell contained the letters "A. C. F. S.," the initials of the bridegroom, while that on the left contained the letters "N. W. G.," the initials of the bride. These letters were composed of small delicate and rare white flowers. The handsome glass chandeliers were festooned with ropes of evergreen and studded with red and white roses. A few bouquets were placed on the mantel and tables, which completed the floral decorations. THE WEDDING GUESTS. A few minutes before eleven o'clock the members of the Cabinet and their ladies, led by Mr. and Mrs. Fish, entered the East Room and took possession on the left and near the platform. This was accepted as the signal for the near approach of the bridal party, and all not already there followed into the room. The entire company present did not embrace more than 125 persons. The guests arranged themselves in two divisions, leaving a broad avenue for the passage of the bridal party to the platform on the opposite side of the room. A delightful murmur of conversation was maintained by the ladies, occasionally broken by a zephyr of laughter that only served to ripple the murmuring waves and melt out with a musical echo. THE BRIDAL PARTY. A few minutes after the entrance of the Cabinet Ministers, Sir Edward Thornton, the only ambassador present (except the "Herald's" ambassador), and lady entered the East Room and took position on the right and opposite Secretary Fish. The Rev. Dr. Tiffany now made his appearance upon the platform, and every voice was hushed and every eye strained towards the door by which the bridal cortège was to enter. The Marine Band, which was stationed in a small room on the west side of the building and immediately in rear of the East Room, poured forth in dulcet strains the beautiful aria, "I think of thee," after which a wedding march was given, the first strains of which conveyed the signal for the advance of the bridal party, moving in military cadence to the measured strains of delicious music. First came the bridegroom, supported by LieutenantColonel Fred. Grant, who was dressed in the full uniform of his rank in the army, and who walked on the right of the bridegroom. Then followed the eight bridesmaids-Misses Conklin, Frelinghuyser, Porter, Sherman, Drexel, Dent, Fish, and Barnes, dressed in white and moving gracefully forward in couples. President Grant, with the bride on his left arm, followed. Then came Mrs. Grant, flanked by her two younger sons, Jesse and Ulysses. Following these was a small number of the bride's relatives. THE CEREMONY. Dr. Tiffany at once advanced, and at five minutes past eleven commenced the marriage service, in accordance with the ritual of the Methodist Episcopal | Church. Not more than fifteen minutes were consumed in the service. Mr. Sartoris responded in a clear, firm voice to the questions, the responses being plainly audible to every one. A ring was used in the ceremony, Mr. Sartoris repeating firmly after the clergyman. The ceremony was performed by Dr. Tiffany in a very feeling and impressive manner. Immediately after the benediction Dr. Tiffany raised the bride's veil and kissed her. Her father, mother, and brothers followed in the order mentioned, when the lady guests pressed forward and presented their greetings, and the gentlemen their congratulations. THE MENU. bride and groom. Young Jesse Grant entered with them, and the four bays dashed off for the railroad station amid the waving of handkerchiefs and a smart shower of delicate little slippers thrown by some of the young ladies, two or three of which alighted at the feet of the happy pair in the carriage. Mrs. Sartoris laughed heartily at this demonstration, and waved her adieu from the carriage window. Carriages containing General Babcock, the "Herald" correspondent, and a few other gentlemen, followed to the depot. The President, it is said, would have preferred that his daughter's home should be on our own soil; and it is known that when Mr. Sartoris first sought permission to address Miss Nellie that President Grant made it a condition that he should become an American and a resident here. Sartoris senior was also informed by the President of this sine qua non, and in fitting terms expressed his appreciation of the high honour accorded to his son, admiration for this country, and his entire approbation of the course proposed. Mr. Sartoris was then a member of the British Parliament, but at the last election was beaten by the Liberal candidate. Young Sartoris immediately made preparations for obtaining citizenship and residence, and purchased property in The menu was printed on cream-coloured silk, and Michigan, but his elder brother being killed, he, as read as follows:- Gateaux de trois frères. Epigraphe la fleur, de NELLIE GRANT. Pudding à la Nesselerode, Sauce à la Crême. Punch à la Romaine. Coffee. Water Ices of various flavours. Small Fancy Cakes. Fancy Boxes-with Wedding Cake. THE BRIDAL PRESENTS. the only living son, became heir to the entailed estates, which are of large extent, and situated in the south of England, just opposite to the Isle of Wight. This changed the situation, and the affection of the parties having ripened into genuine oldfashioned love, the President and Mrs. Grant felt that it was best not to interfere. The President and Mrs. Grant request the pleasure of your company at the marriage ceremony of their daughter, at the Executive Mansion, on Thursday, May 21, at eleven A. M. Accompanying this were two plain cards, two and a half by four inches in size. On one "Miss Nellie W. Grant," the other "Algernon C. F. Sartoris." (Then follow the list of guests.) After ample justice had been done the viands the bride and groom retired to prepare for their journey to New York and the guests repaired to the library, where the bridal presents were most admirably displayed. (Then follows a list of all the presents and of the donors, who seem to belong to all parts of the States.) They are valued at about 60,000 dols. General Grant allowed his daughter some months ago to name what he should give her without regard to cost. Her choice was a set of black and one of white lace. Mrs. Grant wrote immediately to the wife of our Minister at Brussels, giving order for the hand-rich perfume of their breath. somest to be had in Europe, regardless of expense. The result is lace such as has never before been seen in this country, and possibly has never before found its way into other hands than those of royalty. Another account describes the wedding as seen by a lady correspondent, repeating much of what has already been told:-"The display of tropical plants and graceful, stately palms was marvellous. In each room, on tables, piano, and mantels, great languidlooking roses drooped their heads and offered homago to the bride. Richly-coloured fuchsias hid their blushes amid the tender leaves of sweet-scented geraniums. Fragrant violets and heliotrope exhaled their spicy odours from remote corners. Even the dear heaven-blessed lilacs were there, with scores of magnolias from Norfolk, which filled the room with the DEPARTURE OF THE BRIDE AND BRIDEGROOM. At fifteen minutes past one Mr. and Mrs. Sartoris appeared ready for departure, the latter looking fresh and composed in her well-fitting dress of brown silk, with hat and gloves to match. The President's coach, with four bay horses attached, received the "Mr. Sartoris wore the English regulation wedding dress, and carried a bouquet of orange blossoms and tuberoses, with a centre of pink buds. From this centre arose a silver flagstaff, on which floated a silken banner, and on it in silver letters was the word 'Love.' Fred. Grant was in full uniform; Dr. Tiffany was on the dais. First came the bridesmaids, then Mrs. Grant, in lilac silk, with black lace trimmings and diamond ornaments, supported by her two sons, Ulysses and Jesse. Following them was the |