The Scotch clergyman who married us, being somewhat superstitious, begged us to postpone it until Saturday; but, as we were to sail early in the coming week, that was impossible.

That point settled, the next difficulty was to persuade him to leave out the word "obey" in the marriage ceremony.

As I obstinately refused to obey one with whom I supposed I was entering into an equal relation, that point, too, was conceded.

A few friends were invited to be present and, in a simple white evening dress, I was married.

But the good priest avenged himself for the points he conceded, by keeping us on the rack with a long prayer and dissertation on the sacred institution for one mortal hour.