Here they are.

There is a wedding.
My learned friend is not interested in weddings, not perhaps as much interested as he should be, and as such, apparently, he excites the pity of his friends." This sally turned all eyes towards Mrs.Fitzpatrick, and a broad smile spread over the court.
"There is a wedding, as I was saying.

Unhappily the wedding feast, as is too often the case with our foreign citizens, degenerates into a drunken brawl.

It is a convenient occasion for paying off old scores.

There is general melee, a scrap, in short.