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drawback being； that no one spoke French； and we did not yet speak
Piedmontese。 We were placed on a bench against the wall； and the
people went on dancing。 The room was a large whitewashed kitchen （I
suppose）； with several large pictures in black frames； and very smoky。 I
distinguished the Martyrdom of Saint Sebastian； and the others appeared
equally lively and appropriate subjects。 Whether they were Old Masters
or not； and if so； by whom； I could not ascertain。 The band were seated
opposite us。 Five men； with wind instruments； part of the band of the
National Guard； to which the farmer's sons belong。 They played really
admirably； and I began to be afraid that some idea of our dignity would
prevent me getting a partner； so； by Madame B。's advice； I went up to the
bride； and offered to dance with her。 Such a handsome young woman！
Like one of Uwins's pictures。 Very dark； with a quantity of black hair；
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and on an immense scale。 The children were already dancing； as well as
the maids。 After we came to an end of our dance； which was what they
called a Polka…Mazourka； I saw the bride trying to screw up the courage of
her fiance to ask me to dance； which after a little hesitation he did。 And
admirably he danced； as indeed they all didin excellent time； and with a
little more spirit than one sees in a ball…room。 In fact； they were very like
one's ordinary partners； except that they wore earrings and were in their
shirt…sleeves； and truth compels me to state that they decidedly smelt of
garlic。 Some of them had been smoking； but threw away their cigars
when we came in。 The only thing that did not look cheerful was； that the
room was only lighted by two or three oil…lamps； and that there seemed to
be no preparation for refreshments。 Madame B。； seeing this； whispered
to her maid； who disengaged herself from her partner； and ran off to the
house； she and the kitchenmaid presently returning with a large tray
covered with all kinds of cakes （of which we are great consumers and
always have a stock）； and a large hamper full of bottles of wine； with
coffee and sugar。 This seemed all very acceptable。 The fiancee was
requested to distribute the eatables； and a bucket of water being produced
to wash the glasses in； the wine disappeared very quickly as fast as they
could open the bottles。 But； elated； I suppose； by this； the floor was
sprinkled with water； and the musicians played a Monferrino； which is a
Piedmontese dance。 Madame B。 danced with the farmer's son； and Emily
with another distinguished member of the company。 It was very
fatiguingsomething like a Scotch reel。 My partner was a little man； like
Perrot； and very proud of his dancing。 He cut in the air and twisted about；
until I was out of breath； though my attempts to imitate him were feeble in
the extreme。 At last； after seven or eight dances； I was obliged to sit
down。 We stayed till nine； and I was so dead beat with the heat that I
could hardly crawl about the house； and in an agony with the cramp； it is
so long since I have danced。〃
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A MARRIAGE
The wedding of the farmer's daughter has taken place。 We had
hoped it would have been in the little chapel of our house； but it seems
some special permission was necessary； and they applied for it too late。
They all said； 〃This is the Constitution。 There would have been no
difficulty before！〃 the lower classes making the poor Constitution the
scapegoat for everything they don't like。 So as it was impossible for us to
climb up to the church where the wedding was to be； we contented
ourselves with seeing the procession pass。 It was not a very large one； for；
it requiring some activity to go up； all the old people remained at home。
It is not etiquette for the bride's mother to go； and no unmarried woman
can go to a weddingI suppose for fear of its making her discontented
with her own position。 The procession stopped at our door； for the bride
to receive our congratulations。 She was dressed in a shot silk； with a
yellow handkerchief； and rows of a large gold chain。 In the afternoon
they sent to request us to go there。 On our arrival we found them dancing
out of doors； and a most melancholy affair it was。 All the bride's sisters
were not to be recognised； they had cried so。 The mother sat in the house；
and could not appear。 And the bride was sobbing so； she could hardly
stand！ The most melancholy spectacle of all to my mind was； that the
bridegroom was decidedly tipsy。 He seemed rather affronted at all the
distress。 We danced a Monferrino； I with the bridegroom； and the bride
crying the whole time。 The company did their utmost to enliven her by
firing pistols； but without success； and at last they began a series of yells；
which reminded me of a set of savages。 But even this delicate method of
consolation failed； and the wishing good…bye began。 It was altogether so
melancholy an affair that Madame B。 dropped a few tears； and I was very
near it； particularly when the poor mother came out to see the last of her
daughter； who was finally dragged off between her brother and uncle； with
a last explosion of pistols。 As she lives quite near； makes an excellent
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match； and is one of nine children； it really was a most desirable marriage；
in spite of all the show of distress。 Albert was so discomfited by it； that
he forgot to kiss the bride as he had intended to do； and therefore went to
call upon her yesterday； and found her very smiling in her new house； and
supplied the omission。 The cook came home from the wedding； declaring
she was cured of any wish to marrybut I would not recommend any man
to act upon that threat and make her an offer。 In a couple of days we had
some rolls of the bride's first baking； which they call Madonnas。 The
musicians； it seems； were in the same state as the bridegroom； for； in
escorting her home； they all fell down in the mud。 My wrath against the
bridegroom is somewhat calmed by finding that it is considered bad luck if
he does not get tipsy at his wedding。〃
Those readers of Miss Procter's poems who should suppose from
their tone that her mind was of a gloomy or despondent cast； would be
curiously mistaken。 She was exceedingly humorous； and had a great
delight in humour。 Cheerfulness was habitual with her； she was very
ready at a sally or a reply； and in her laugh （as I remember well） there was
an unusual vivacity； enjoyment； and sense of drollery。 She was perfectly
unconstrained and unaffected： as modestly silent about her productions；
as she was generous with their pecuniary results。 She was a friend who
inspired the strongest attachments； she was a finely sympathetic woman；
with a great accordant heart and a sterling noble nature。 No claim can be
set up for her； thank God； to the possession of any of the conventional
poetical qualities。 She never by any means held the opinion that she was
among the greatest of human beings； she never suspected the existence of
a conspiracy on the part of mankind against her； she never recognised in
her best friends； her worst enemies； she never cultivated the luxury of
being misunderstood and unappreciated； she would far rather have died
without seeing a line of her composition in print； than that I should have
maundered about her； here； as 〃the Poet〃； or 〃the Poetess〃。
With the recollection of Miss Procter as a mere child and as a woman；
fresh upon me； it is natural that I should linger on my way to the close of
this brief record； avoiding its end。 But； even as the close cam