Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription CHAPTER SEVEN
—"Humors you may call them,
But there are humors which grow into tumors, And vex the body that did once joy in them."
VERILY, INDEED, very great was the sensation in the assembly.
Still bowing backwards, Squire Blanton introduced the strangers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Bulkley and Mr. Fairleigh my friends,
Mr. Fairleigh and Mr. Bulkley! Gentlemen, I am very glad to see you!
You are welcome to my house on this most happy occasion! This night
my eldest daughter, Polly, has become the happy bride of Mr. Benjamin
Fitch. Ben, come forward and let me introduce you to my friends.
Gentlemen, my son-in-law, Mr. Benjamin Fitch. Ben, my son, this is
Mr. Fairleigh; Mr. Bulkley is already known to you, I think. Gentlemen,
I am most happy to see you in my house, on this most happy occasion.
You see, gentlemen, this is the first time that I've married off one of my
children, and I was resolved to stretch myself out for the occasion, as
far as I could spread, and make this happy marriage a thing to be
remembered through all this mountain country. Gentlemen, will you
do me and the bride the honor to drink wine with us on this happy
occasion? Wine there, Ben Fitch, my boy! Gentlemen, bear with me a
moment, while I introduce you to my daughter, Polly now Mrs. Fitch.
Polly Mrs. Fitch my friends, Fairleigh and Bulkley! Your health,
He closed the long harangue by tossing off a huge goblet of Madeira,
while the two strangers drank courteously with the bride, whose face,
the while, was crimsoned like a peony, with dancing, Madeira, and
natural blushes at the novelty of her situation.