The two brides were closely veiled so that I could not distinguish the one from the other.  Ibrahim was slender and tall, at least six feet three, and Yunis was short and corpulent.  So likewise, one of the brides was very tall, and the other even shorter than Yunis.  As we could not see the brides’ faces, we arranged them according to symmetry and apparent propriety, placing the tall bride by the tall groom, and the two short ones together.  After the introductory prayer, I proceeded to deliver a somewhat full and practical address on the nature of marriage, and the duties and relations of husband and wife, as is our custom in Syria, not only for the instruction of the newly married pair, but for the good of the community.  No Methodist exhorter ever evoked more hearty responses, than did this address, from the Hums populace.  “That is true.”  “That is news in this city.”  “Praise to God.” Mashallah! A woman exclaimed on hearing of the duties of husband to wife, “Praise to God, women are something after all!” I then turned to the two pairs, and commenced asking Ibrahim the usual question, “Do you” (etc., etc.,) when a woman screamed out, “Stop, stop, Khowadji, you have got the wrong bride by that man.  He is to marry the short girl!” Then followed an explosion of laughter, and during the confusion we adjusted the matter satisfactorily.  A Moslem Effendi who was present remarked after listening to the service throughout, “that is the most sensible way of getting married that I ever heard of.”

After the ceremony, we sent the newly married pairs to the study to await the dispersion of the multitude, before going into the street.  But human curiosity was too great.  None would leave until they saw the extraordinary sight of a bride and groom walking home together.  So we prepared our lanterns and huge canes, and taking several of the native brethren, my brother and myself walked home first with Ibrahim and wife, and then with Yunis and his wife.  We walked on either side of them, and the riotous rabble, seeing that they could not reach the bride and groom, without first demolishing two tall Khowadjis with heavy canes, contented themselves with coarse jokes and contemptuous laughter.

This was nine years ago, and on a recent visit to Hums, the two brides and their husbands met me at the door of the church on Sunday, to show me their children.  Since that time numerous Protestant weddings have taken place in Hums, and a new order of things is beginning to dawn upon that people.

The present native pastor, the Rev. Yusef Bedr, was installed in June, 1872.  His wife Leila, is a graduate of the Beirut Female Seminary, and has been for several years a teacher.  Her father died in January, 1871, in the hospital of the Beirut College, and her widowed mother, Im Mishrik, has gone to labor in Hums as a Bible Woman.  When her father was dying, I went to see him.  Noticing his emaciated appearance, I said, “Are you very ill, Abu Mishrik?”