The ceremony now drew to its conclusion, the tapers were extinguished and taken from the bride and bridegroom, who walking towards the holy screen were dismissed by the priest, received the congratulations of the company, and saluted each other.  We all now hurried to our carriages, the youngest to their sledges, and took the direction of the house of the bride’s father, where we were received by that person in his Russian costume, and with a flowing beard, who conducted the company, at the sound of a full band of music, into the banqueting-room, already prepared for about fifty guests, with tables decked with golden plateaux and vases bearing artificial flowers, mixed with piles of fruit and bonbons.  Here a large assemblage of friends had already met, through which we made our way to an inner room, where the bride, seated by the side of her mother, and surrounded by matrons and damsels, received, with becoming modesty, our congratulations.  I was surprised at finding in the gynaeceum of a class of society of this description, such agreeable and easy manners, untainted by the least gaucherie or awkward pretensions.  My engagement prevented my remaining to dinner; but I returned time enough in the evening to be present at the conclusion of the day’s ceremony.  The dinner had passed off without any remarkable occurrence, and considering the ominous quantity of Champagne consumed (a very favourite beverage on all gala days with the middle classes of society at St. Petersburgh), I found the party almost philosophical.  Toasts to the bride and bridegroom had been repeatedly drunk, and the night was far advanced when the passajonaiatetz took the bride by the hand, and conducted her into the bed-chamber, where he consigned her to the care of all the married ladies present, himself retiring immediately after.  Those matrons assisted in disrobing her of the bridal vestments, and in assuming the garb appropriate to the chamber in which they were.  The passajonaiatetz next performed the like office of conducting the bridegroom to the chamber, who put on his schlafrock, or nightgown, the married ladies having previously retired.  These operations being concluded, the doors of the bed-chamber were thrown open, and we all walked in in procession, quaffing a goblet of Champagne to the health of the parties, kissing the bride’s hands, who returned the salutations on our cheeks, and embracing a la Francaise the cheeks of the bridegroom, who luckily, in the present instance, had neither the Russian beard nor the modern English whiskers.  With one voice we then wished the happy pair a hearty blessing, and withdrew, when the doors were closed.  The company gradually dispersed.  Dinners and dancing went on for three successive days.  On the first of these I attended for a few minutes, being determined to satisfy my curiosity to the last.  I had, however, to pay for this indulgence, having been compelled, by immemorial usage, on entering