Strange lovers now whisper their vows of faith and trust under the tree where a most charming wedding ceremony--that of my daughter Margaret--was solemnized one bright October day.

All Nature seemed to do her utmost to heighten the beauty of the occasion.

The verdure was brilliant with autumnal tints, the hazy noonday sun lent a peculiar softness to every shadow--even the birds and insects were hushed to silence.

As the wedding march rose soft and clear, two stately ushers led the way; then a group of Vassar classmates, gayly decked in silks of different colors, followed by the bride and groom.

An immense Saint Bernard dog, on his own account brought up the rear, keeping time with measured tread.