CONCLUSION 'There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, And mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as useful poets dream On summer eves, by haunted stream.' On the morning of a fine day, late in September, the Beechcroft bells were ringing merrily, and a wedding procession was entering the gate of the churchyard. In the afternoon there was a great feast on the top of the hill, attended by all the Mohuns, who were forced, to Lily's great satisfaction, to give it there, as there was no space in the grounds at the New Court. All was wonderfully suitable to old times, inasmuch as the Baron was actually persuaded to sit for five minutes under the yew-tree where 'Mohun's chair' ought to have been, and the cricketers were of all ranks,
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