No, wait a minute, I am going to say a prayer of my own over you, not one out of this book, which is so badly printed that I cannot read it.

Kneel down, both of you; the rest may stand, as the grass is so wet." Now, bethinking herself of Marie's new dress, the vrouw produced her vatdoek from a capacious pocket, and doubled up that dingy article for Marie to kneel on, which she did.

Then Pieter Retief, flinging down the book, clasped his hands and uttered this simple, earnest prayer, whereof, strangely enough, every word remains fast in my mind.

Coming as it did, not from a printed page, but from his honest and believing heart, it was very impressive and solemn.
"O God above us, Who sees all and is with us when we are born, when we are married, when we die, and if we do our duty for all time afterwards in Heaven, hear our prayer.

I pray Thee bless this man and this woman who appear here before Thee to be wed.