Flowers and garlands were lavishly strewn around, scattered upon the floor, upon the steps, upon the way-side; literally all space was crowned with flowers.

Gerald Bereford was truly a prepossessing bridegroom, worthy of loving and being loved in return.

His truthful countenance was beaming with manly love.

He was now ready to pronounce those vows which in his heart met a ready response.

Lady Rosamond and her train of lovely bridesmaids have arrived.