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machine had been in buckle ever since, and now all the servants
in the family were employed to frizz it out for the occasion,
which was yesterday celebrated at the parish church. George
Dennison and his bride were distinguished by nothing
extraordinary in their apparel. His eyes lightened with eagerness
and joy, and she trembled with coyness and confusion. My uncle
gave her away, and her friend Willis supported her during the
ceremony.
But my aunt and her paramour took the pas, and formed, indeed,
such a pair of originals, as, I believe all England could not
parallel. She was dressed in the stile of 1739; and the day being
cold, put on a manteel of green velvet laced with gold: but this
was taken off by the bridegroom, who threw over her shoulders a
fur cloak of American sables, valued at fourscore guineas, a
present equally agreeable and unexpected. Thus accoutred, she was
led up to the altar by Mr Dennison, who did the office of her
father: Lismahago advanced in the military step with his French
coat reaching no farther than the middle of his thigh, his
campaign wig that surpasses all description, and a languishing
leer upon his countenance, in which there seemed to be something
arch and ironical.
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