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hand-painted border of pale pink roses. It was worn 

 Greek fashion, bound about the head with a fillet, garland 

 of red partridge berries and the twisted vine. In one 

 hand she carried a bouquet of forget-me-nots and maiden- 

 hair; in the other an alpenstock of cedar, peeled white, 

 as did the rest of the party. As they wound slowly up 

 through the beautiful wild grove, with the lake gleaming 

 through the green behind them and the bugle blowing 

 softly, it was hard to realize that this was Canada in the 

 year 1905, and not Greece in some poetic ante-Christian 

 age, or Fairyland itself in an Endymion dream. 



So with sweet solemnity they wound up to the crest of 

 the hill, passed through the cabin, and came out into the 

 sunlit space on the balcony, the flower girls strewing 

 daisies as a carpet for the bridal pair, who advanced and 

 stood before the minister, the other white-robed figures 

 forming a picturesque semi-circle about them. 



The ceremony was brief and simple ; the exchange of 

 vows and rings ; a prayer by each of the clergymen and a 

 benediction ; the hymn "O Perfect Love" sung by the 

 bridal party. Then Mr. and Mrs. Mussey stood ready to 

 receive their friends in quite the orthodox way. But 

 surely no other bride and groom ever stood with such 

 glorious background of tree and lake, ineffable blue sky 

 and distant purple mountains, while the air was sweet 

 with the odor of Canadian flowers, which seem to be 

 richer in perfume than ours, and melodious with the song 

 of countless birds, which seemed especially sympathetic, 

 as birds in Fairyland and in ancient Greece were fabled 

 to be. 



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