Her long black hair had been arranged in ringlets by Mrs.Ellis, who stood by, gazing admiringly at her.
"How sweet you look, Emily--you only want a wreath of orange blossoms to complete your appearance.

Don't you feel a little nervous ?" asked her friend.
"A little excited," she answered, and her hand shook as she put back one of the curls that had fallen across her face.

Just then a loud ringing at the door announced the arrival of Dr.Blackly, who was shown into the front parlour.
Emily and Mrs.Ellis came down into the room where Mr.Garie was waiting for them, whilst Mr.Ellis brought in Dr.Blackly.The reverend gentleman gazed with some surprise at the party assembled.

Mr.Garie was so thoroughly Saxon in appearance, that no one could doubt to what race he belonged, and it was equally evident that Emily, Mrs.Ellis, and her husband, were coloured persons.
Dr.Blackly looked from one to the other with evident embarrassment, and then said to Mr.Garie, in a low, hesitating tone:-- "I think there has been some mistake here--will you do me the favour to step into another room ?" Mr.Garie mechanically complied, and stood waiting to learn the cause of Dr.Blackly's strange conduct.
"You are a white man, I believe ?" at last stammered forth the doctor.
"Yes, sir; I presume my appearance is a sufficient guarantee of that," answered Mr.Garie.
"Oh yes, I do not doubt it, and for that reason you must not be surprised if I decline to proceed with the ceremony." "I do not see how my being a white man can act as a barrier to its performance," remarked Mr.Garie in reply.

"It would not, sir, if all the parties were of one complexion; but I do not believe in the propriety of amalgamation, and on no consideration could I be induced to assist in the union of a white man or woman with a person who has the slightest infusion of African blood in their veins.