time into the holy estate of wedlock, as the priest calls it, all the idle young fellows in the neighborhood meet together to charivari them.  For this purpose they disguise themselves, blackening their faces, putting their clothes on hind part before, and wearing horrible masks, with grotesque caps on their head, adorned with cocks’ feathers and bells.  They then form in a regular body, and proceed to the bridegroom’s house, to the sound of tin kettles, horns, and drums, cracked fiddles, and all the discordant instruments they can collect together.  Thus equipped, they surround the house where the wedding is held, just at the hour when the happy couple are supposed to be about to retire to rest—­beating upon the door with clubs and staves, and demanding of the bridegroom admittance to drink the bride’s health, or in lieu there of to receive a certain sum of money to treat the band at the nearest tavern.

“If the bridegroom refuses to appear and grant their request, they commence the horrible din you hear, firing guns charged with peas against the doors and windows, rattling old pots and kettles, and abusing him for his stinginess in no measured terms.  Sometimes they break open the doors, and seize upon the bridegroom; and he may esteem himself a very fortunate man, under such circumstances, if he escapes being ridden upon a rail, tarred and feathered, and otherwise maltreated.  I have known many fatal accidents arise out of an imprudent refusal to satisfy the demands of the assailants.  People have even lost their lives in the fray; and I think the government should interfere, and put down these riotous meetings.  Surely, it is very hard, that an old man cannot marry a young gal, if she is willing to take him, without asking the leave of such a rabble as that.  What right have they to interfere with his private affairs?”

“What, indeed?” said I, feeling a truly British indignation at such a lawless infringement upon the natural rights of man.

“I remember,” continued Mrs. O—–­, who had got fairly started upon a favorite subject, “a scene of this kind, that was acted two years ago, at —–­, when old Mr. P—–­ took his third wife.  He was a very rich storekeeper, and had made during the war a great deal of money.  He felt lonely in his old age, and married a young, handsome widow, to enliven his house.  The lads in the village were determined to make him pay for his frolic.  This got wind, and Mr. P—–­ was advised to spend the honeymoon in Toronto; but he only laughed, and said that ’he was not going to be frightened from his comfortable home by the threats of a few wild boys.’  In the morning, he was married at the church, and spent the day at home, where he entertained a large party of his own and the bride’s friends.  During the evening, all the idle chaps in the town collected round the house, headed by a mad young bookseller, who had offered himself for their captain, and, in the usual forms, demanded a sight of the bride, and liquor to drink her health.  They were very good-naturedly received by Mr. P—–­, who sent a friend down to them to bid them welcome, and to inquire on what terms they would consent to let him off, and disperse.