spirit of kindliness.
No one ever looked in his face, ever met the kindling glance of his dark eyes, ever saw the sunshine break in his smile, without forgetting all else in love and admiration of one of the most enchanting personalities that ever brightened the world.
returned from Europe
in 1835, and took up his residence under his father's roof.
In 1838 he married Emily, daughter of William B. Astor
The wedding was a grand one.
was first bridesmaid, and wore a dress of white moire
, then a material of the newest fashion.
Those were the days of the ferroniere
, an ornament then so popular that “evening dress was scarcely considered complete without it.”
begged for one, and her father gave her a charming string of pearls, which she wore with great contentment at the wedding.
The young couple took up their residence with the family at “The corner,” the Francises having by this time moved to a house of their own.
With all these changes, little by little, the discipline relaxed, the doors opened wider.
The bridal pair, feted
everywhere, must, in their turn, entertain their friends; and in these entertainments the daughters of the house must have their share.
was now nineteen, in the fulness of her early bloom.
Her red-gold hair was no longer regarded as a misfortune; her gray eyes were large and well opened; her complexion of dazzling purity.
Her finely chiselled features, and the beauty of her hands and arms, made an ensemble
which could not fail to impress