A Wedding in the New Zealand Bush

Colourful insights into F W Boreham, the Wedding Celebrant.

That happy day arrived, and I faced my journey with a light heart. The light heart left me, however, when I entered the second train. For there I found an old resident of the district – a minister at whose manse I had often stayed – who, on learning of my destination, seriously doubted the possibility of getting there and back in one day! My brow instantly clouded. But, on stepping from the train at the terminus, I was saluted by two young gentlemen in suits of faultless black, wearing ties of immaculate white, and gaily adorned with buttonholes of a distinctly festive kind. They conducted me to a spring cart, which, despite the most diligent, scraping and scrubbing, had suddenly refused to appear, jaunty or gay. We drove for miles through scenery of enchanting loveliness. The blood-red rata, and the snowy lawyer-blossom mingled gracefully with the pendant fuchsia and the tangling convolvulus.