"My darling, I never saw you so wondrously sweet and fair," she whispered, adjusting a fold of the drapery.

"You are very happy ?" "Very, mamma dear; yet a trifle sad too.

But that is a secret between you and me.

How beautiful you are to-night." "Ah, dear child, quite ready, and the loveliest bride that ever I saw, from the sole of your head to the crown of your foot," said a silvery voice, as a quaint little figure came softly in and stood at Mrs.
Dinsmore's side--"no, I mean from the crown of your foot to the sole of your head.

Ah, funerals are almost as sad as weddings.