Our novels and newspapers are all the time
misleading us."
"And yet," said your Uncle, "perhaps everything they say may be true by
itself; it may have happened."
"Why, Aunt," said she, "such a load is gone from my mind since looking
upon these colored people that I feel almost well. Why, there's a
wedding!" said she. "Driver, do stop! Uncle, please let us go in."
They left me, and went into a meeting-house, where a black bridegroom,
in a blue broadcloth suit, white waistcoat, kid gloves, patent-leather
shoes, and white hose, and an ebony bride, in white muslin caught up
with jessamines, and a myrtle wreath on her head, had gone in, followed
by a train of colored people. The white people, invited guests, it
seems, were already assembled. The sexton told your Uncle that the
parties were servants, each to a respectable family. This was a new
picture to Hattie. She said that in looking back to the steamboat, an
hour ago, the revelations made to her by what she had seen and heard, in
that short time, all new, all surprising and delightful, afforded her
some idea of the sensations of a soul after it has been one hour within
the veil. We sat in the carriage, and saw the procession pass out, when
the choir, who had been in the church before the wedding, practising
tunes, resumed their singing.
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