Samuel Lover,
Once a Week, Series 1, Volume II…
“ And each man, as he sprang to his feet, gripp’d his sword. While the fresh-plighted hand of the bride held her lord. “Oh, hold me not, dearest!—you would not detain? It is honour to go—’twere disgrace to remain. The foe’s at the gate; we must drive him away:— A joust is befitting a chief’s wedding-day!” ”
