CHAPTER XI.

----All your ancient customs, And long-descended usages, I'll change. Ye shall not eat, nor drink, nor speak, nor move, Think, look, or walk, as ye were wont to do. Even your marriage-beds shall know mutation; The bride shall have the stock, the groom the wall; For all old practice will I turn and change, And call it reformation--marry will I! _'Tis Even that we're at Odds._ The festal day approached, and still no invitation arrived for that guest, without whom, but a litt…