And they made a very happy, as well as a comely couple.

And many handsome children were nursed at her fair breast, and drew many a Celtic virtue from that kindly fountain and one of the finest grenadiers who lay in his red coat and sash within the French lines on the field of Waterloo, in that great bivouac which knows no _reveille_ save the last trumpet, was a scion of that fine military stock.
At length came the day of the nuptials--a grand day for Belmont--a grand day for the town.

Half-a-dozen flags were up and floating in the autumnal sun.

The band of the Royal Irish Artillery played noble and cheering strains upon the lawns of Belmont.

There were pipers and fiddlers beside for rustic merry-makers under the poplars.