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But athering of

this douce nationality In a few hours the fiddles were stopped, and the

table set out, and the great bowl of wedding punch brought in, to brighten

wit, and song, and story It was then very near the close of the day, and

with it caive the bridal toast She had been dancing

with her own friends, and her cheeks were like a delicate flame, and her

eyes like twin stars Never had she looked so beautiful, as when standing

alass above her head, and

said in the sudden stillness-

"Here's to the bonnie Bride!

Long may she live! and happy lass, and heart touched heart,

and fro, joyful

invocation-

"Here's to the bonnie Bride!

Long may she live! and happy may she be!"