A lady, very nearly connected with the family, told the Author that she had conversed on the subject with one of the brothers of the bride, a mere lad at the time, who had ridden before his sister to church.

He said her hand, which lay on his as she held her arm around his waist, was as cold and damp as marble.

But, full of his new dress and the part he acted in the procession, the circumstance, which he long afterwards remembered with bitter sorrow and compunction, made no impression on him at the time.
The bridal feast was followed by dancing.

The bride and bridegroom retired as usual, when of a sudden the most wild and piercing cries were heard from the nuptial chamber.

It was then the custom, to prevent any coarse pleasantry which old times perhaps admitted, that the key of the nuptial chamber should be entrusted to the bridesman.