A PINK WEDDING. 



Everyone lias heard of gold and silver weddings, 

 but I venture to say tliat a Pink Wedding is a 

 novelty, and that the ceremony I witnessed on 

 Wednesday last in the grand old parish church 

 of Melton Mowbray, on the occasion of the marriage 

 of Mr. Cecil D^Aguilar Samuda and Miss Cecile 

 Mary Isabella Markham, daughter of Colonel and 

 Mrs. Markham, of Becca Hall, Yorkshire, and ^' The 

 House/^ Melton, was unique and unrivalled as a 

 bridal pageant. 



For many days previous I had heard marvellous 

 reports of the magnificence of the presents, the 

 splendour of the dresses, the countless number of 

 the guests who were invited, and the great prepara- 

 tions that were being made for their entertainment. 

 But I do not know that I should have taken so great an 

 interest in the matter had it not been for a circumstance 

 that attracted my attention. Having occasion to 

 visit a bedridden inmate of the Melton Union — whose 

 name, once familiar to many hunting men, I will 

 name on a future and more fitting occasion — I found 

 preparations being made for the entertainment of all 

 those whose destitute condition compels them to dwell 

 within its cheerless walls, in order that they might 

 share to some extent the festivities of the wedding- 

 day. And hearing, in addition to this kindly recog- 



