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devotionbyfurtivelycaressinghiswrinkledfrontseemstooreproachfulofthegeneralpublic；while，ontheotherhand，ifthebrideisveryyoungandpretty，itenlistsinbehalfofthewhite-hairedhusbandtheunwillingsympathiesofthespectatortoseeherthecentreofagroupofyoungpeople，andhimonlyacknowledgedfromtimetotimebyaParthiansnub。Nothing，however，couldhavebeenmoresatisfactorythanthesisterlysurroundingofthislatterbride。TheywereofabetterclassofIrishpeople；andifithadbeenanysacrificeforhertomarrysooldaman，theyweredoingtheirbesttogivetheaffairatleastthelivelinessofawake。Therewerefiveorsixofthosegreathandsomegirls，withtheirgenerouscurvesandwholesomecolors，andtheywereeveryoneattendedbyagood-lookingcoloniallover，withwhomtheyjokedinslightlybroguedvoices，andlaughedwithcarelessCelticlaughter。
Oneoftheyoungfellowspresentlylosthishatoverboard，andhadtowearthehandkerchiefofhisladyabouthishead；andthisappearedtobereallyoneofthebestthingsintheworld，andledtoendlessbanter。
Theywerewelldressed，anditcouldbeimaginedthattheancientbridegroomhadcomeinforthesupportofthewholegood-looking，healthy，light-heartedfamily。Insomedegreehelookedit，andworebutaruefulcountenanceforabridegroom；sothataveryyoungnewlymarriedcouple，whosatnextthejollysister-and-loverhoodcouldnotkeeptheirpityingeyesoffhisdowncastface。“Whatifhe，too，wereyoungatheart！“thekindlittlewife’sregardseemedtosay。
Forthesakeoftheslightairthatwasstirring，andtohavethebestviewoftheRapids，theBanshee’swholecompanywasgatheredupontheforwardpromenade，andthethrongwasalmostasdenseasinasix-o’clockhorse-caroutfromBoston。Thestandingandsittinggroupswerecloselypackedtogether，andtheexpandedparasolsandumbrellasformedanearlyunbrokenroof。UnderthisIsabelchattedatintervalswiththeEllisons，whosatnear；butitwasnotanatmospherethatprovokedsocialfeeling，andshewassecretlygladwhenafterawhiletheyshiftedtheirposition。
Itwasdeadlyhot，andmostofthepeoplesaddenedandsilencedintheheat。Fromtimetotimethecloudsidlingaboutoverheadmetandsprinkleddownacruellittleshowerofrainthatseemedtomaketheairlessbreathablethanbefore。Thelonelyshoreswereyellowwithdrought；
theislandsgrewwilderandbarrener；thecourseoftheriverwasformilesatastretchthroughcountrywhichgavenosignsofhumanlife。
TheSt。LawrencehasnoneoftheboldpicturesquenessoftheHudson，andisfarmorelikeitsfar-offcousintheMississippi。ItsbanksarelowliketheMississippi’s，itscurrent，swift，itswaythroughsolitarylands。Thesamesentimentofearlyadventurehangsabouteach:botharehauntedbyvisionsoftheJesuitinhispriestlyrobe，andthesoldierinhismediaevalsteel；thesamegay，devout，anddauntlessracehastouchedthembothwithimmortalromance。Ifthewaterwereofaduskygoldencolor，insteadoftranslucentgreen，andtheshoresandislandswerecoveredwithcottonwoodsandwillowsinsteadofdarkcedars，onecouldwithnogreateffortbelieveone’sselfontheMississippibetweenCairoandSt。Louis，somuchdothegreatriversstrikeoneaskindredinthechieffeaturesoftheirlandscape。Only，intracingthisresemblanceyoudonotknowjustwhattodowiththepurplemountainsofVermont，seenvagueagainstthehorizonfromtheSt。Lawrence，orwiththequaintlittleFrenchvillagesthatbegintoshowthemselvesasyoupenetratefartherdownintoLowerCanada。Theselooksopeaceful，withtheirdormer-windowedcottagesclusteringabouttheirchurch-spires，thatitseemsimpossibletheycouldoncehavebeenthehomesofthesavagesandthecruelpeasantswho，withfire-brandandscalping-knifeandtomahawk，harassedthebordersofNewEnglandforahundredyears。ButjustafteryoudescendtheLongSaultyoupassthehamletofSt。Regis，inwhichwaskindledthetorchthatwraptDeerfieldinflames，wakingherpeoplefromtheirsleeptomeetinstantd
