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From History of Perth County 1825-1902
by William Johnston, published in 1903

During these years, between 1841 and 1884, Blanchard was rapidly filing up, and a number had penetrated into the woods far west of the river.   Amongst others an enterprising and courageous young pioneer, weary of his lonely condition and the cold, cheerless aspect of his log cabin, sought out a fair one on whom he could centre his affections and make her the cherished ornament of his home life.   Amid those leafy shades of Blanshard's lovely valleys be woo'd and won a fair backlogs maiden.   They had arranged to abridge the period of their courtship, and complete their happiness in a most proper and orthodox way by entering into the closer relationship of matrimonial life.   With these very natural and highly honourable intentions they repaired to Little Falls, as a likely place where a clergyman could I found, who, by performing the ceremony, would consummate their bliss.   Fortune so far had favoured them, a minister, by chance, happening to be visiting at Little Falls, who would, doubtless, be pleased to complete their happiness.   A license had been procured from London some days previous, and everything seemed pointing to a happy termination.   But, alas for all human expectations.   The river was rolling in terrific fury from bank to bank, and they had no means of crossing.   On its east side stood the minister. with that wild, rolling stream dashing between him and the young people on its western shore.   Hope seemed for a moment to die in their hearts.   But it was only for a moment.   It is said love laughs at locksmiths, as it does at foaming rivers.   If the license could be sent across proceedings might go forward.   Even this obstacle could be overcome, and was overcome by the ingenious bride.   No solution of their difficulties was presented by the bridegroom. "Tie the license around a stone," whispered the blushing maiden, "and throw it over'' This plan was adopted, and the marriage solemnized, let us hope to the supreme contentment of her whose timely suggestion had been productive of such happy results.

On Jones street, near the river, yet stands unprotected in its lonesome decay an old landmark in St. Marys - an aged maple tree.   This old tree has a history.   It was under its spreading branches the minister stood when the young couple waited on the other side.   Here he pronounced those obligations and responsibilities they were to assume ere they entered that delectable land, amid whose hills and vales they were destined to wander till death should sever them.   Under this old tree he stood and listened for the irrevocable pronouncement of that youthful pair, who, with hands clasped, called above the noisy waters, "I Will."   Never was such a marriage consummated in St. Marys.   There were no pages on that occasion, no orange blossoms, no flower girls, no canopy of ambrosial aromatic sweets.   Aye; but it was none the less loyal, nor less happy, that it was celebrated under the wider and more glorious canopy of heaven-God's heaven.   What if there were no organ's soft swell in measured tones of the wedding march, was there not a more beautiful cadence in that rolling river, Intermingled with birds' sweet songs in that old tree, which seemed to lift its leafy head more proudly at such a time to a sunlit, cloudless sky.

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