Hundreds of spectators are anxious to catch a passing glimpse of the beautiful bride as she is led to the altar by Sir Thomas Seymour, who gazes with loving tenderness upon the object so soon to be taken from his heart and home.
The feverish flush of excitement upon the transparent complexion of the bride lent additional aid to her matchless charms.

Lady Rosamond is indeed a creature of surpassing loveliness.

The soft texture of white satin that floats in bewitching folds of drapery around the faultless form is heightened in effect by an intermixture of costly lace and flashing jewels.

The bridal veil, with its coronet of diamonds and orange blossoms, conceals the features so passive in the efforts to conceal the emotions which are struggling within the bosom of the fair one as she slowly utters those vows which, in accordance with her former resolve, she will earnestly strive to perform.

Conscience awakens in her a deep shudder by setting forth painful convictions of promises given where her heart beats no response.