recalls the incidents of the past. Presently the melody ceased and the music became measured in its time. I was told to advance towards the elders. I now saw my bride advancing from the other end of the glen, accompanied by about one hundred maidens, all clad in white and adorned with flowers, singing and waving green branches. My male friends joined in the song, and advancing we soon reached the group of elders, my bride and her maidens coming up at the same time. Her bearing was majestic, her face was beaming with pleasure, her eyes sparkled with animation. I was fascinated; I could see none but Meda; I could hear nothing but her voice; all else after her arrival appeared to me a piece of dumb show. I saw people all around me; I heard a confusion of voices; I was conscious that a ceremony had been gone through; and I knew that this ceremony was our marriage. I remember having made some eloquent oration. I remember the elders laying their hands on us. But all was so confused, so mixed up in my mind, that for me to describe
