But after forty
years, when I have built my tomb, and would not give up the thought of
resting there- no, not for such a life as we once pictured- you call
me to the altar. At your summons I am here. But other husbands have
enjoyed your youth, your beauty, your warmth of heart, and all that
could be termed your life. What is there for me but your decay and
death? And therefore I have bidden these funeral friends, and bespoken
the sexton's deepest knell, and am come, in my shroud, to wed you,
as with a burial service, that we may join our hands at the door of
the sepulchre, and enter it together."
It was not frenzy; it was not merely the drunkenness of strong
emotion, in a heart unused to it, that now wrought upon the bride. The
stern lesson of the day had done its work; her worldliness was gone.
She seized the bridegroom's hand.
"Yes!" cried she. "Let us wed, even at the door of the sepulchre!
My life is gone in vanity and emptiness. But at its close there is one
true feeling. It has made me what I was in youth; it makes me worthy
of you. Time is no more for both of us. Let us wed for Eternity!"
With a long and deep regard, the bridegroom looked into her eyes,
while a tear was gathering in his own.
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