And now a milk-cart rattles briskly onward , covered with green canvas and conveying the contributions of a whole herd of cows , in large tin canisters . But let all these pay their toll and pass . Here comes a spectacle that causes the old toll-gatherer to smile benignantly , as if the travellers brought sunshine with them and lavished its gladsome influence all along the road . It is a barouche of the newest style , the varnished panels of which reflect the whole moving panorama of the landscape , and show a picture , likewise , of our friend with his visage broadened , so that his meditative smile is transformed to grotesque merriment . Within sits a youth fresh as the summer morn , and beside him a young lady in white with white gloves upon her slender hands and a white veil flowing down over her face . But methinks her blushing cheek burns through the snowy veil . Another white-robed virgin sits in front . And who are these on whom , and on all that appertains to them , the dust of earth seems never to have settled ? Two lovers whom the priest has blessed this blessed morn and sent them forth , with one of the bride-maids , on the matrimonial tour . -- Take my blessing too , ye happy ones ! May the sky not frown upon you nor clouds bedew you with their chill and sullen rain ! May the hot sun kindle no fever in your hearts ! May your whole life 's pilgrimage be as blissful as this first day 's journey , and its close be gladdened with even brighter anticipations than those which hallow your bridal-night ! They pass , and ere the reflection of their joy has faded from his face another spectacle throws a melancholy shadow over the spirit of the observing man . In a close carriage sits a fragile figure muffled carefully and shrinking even from the mild breath of summer . She leans against a manly form , and his arm enfolds her as if to guard his treasure from some enemy . Let but a few weeks pass , and when he shall strive to embrace that loved one , he will press only desolation to his heart . And now has Morning gathered up her dewy pearls and fled away . The sun rolls blazing through the sky , and can not find a cloud to cool his face with . The horses toil sluggishly along the bridge , and heave their glistening sides in short quick pantings when the reins are tightened at the toll-house .
Glisten , too , the faces XXXXX the travellers .
In along as beside of on over than through to