would still journey through a mist of brooding thought. He is a country
preacher, going to labor at a protracted meeting. The next object
passing townward is a butcher's cart, canopied with its arch of snow-
white cotton. Behind comes a "sauceman," driving a wagon full of new
potatoes, green ears of corn, beets, carrots, turnips, and summer-
squashes; and next, two wrinkled, withered, witch-looking old gossips, in
an antediluvian chaise, drawn by a horse of former generations, and going
to peddle out a lot of huckleberries. See there, a man trundling a
wheelbarrow-load of lobsters. And now a milk-cart rattles briskly
onward, covered with green canvas, and conveying the contributions of a
whole herd of cows, in large tin canisters. But let all these pay their
toll and pass. Here comes a spectacle that causes the old toll-gatherer
to smile benignantly, as if the travellers brought sunshine with them and
lavished its gladsome influence all along the road.

It is a harouche of the newest style, the varnished panels of which
reflect the whole moving panorama of the landscape, and show a picture,
likewise, of our friend, with his visage broadened, so that his
meditative smile is transformed to grotesque merriment. Within, sits a
youth, fresh as the summer morn, and beside him a young lady in white,
with white gloves upon her slender bands, and a white veil flowing down
over her face. But methinks her blushing cheek burns through the snowy
veil. Another white-robed virgin sits in front. And who are these, on
whom, and on all that appertains to them, the dust of earth seems never
to have settled? Two lovers, whom the priest has blessed, this blessed
morn, and sent them forth, with one of the bridemaids, on the matrimonial
tour. Take my blessing too, ye happy ones! May the sky not frown upon
you, nor clouds bedew you with their chill and sullen rain! May the hot
sun kindle no fever in your hearts! May your whole life's pilgrimage be
as blissful as this first day's journey, and its close be gladdened with