A “Sunset” Wedding

Southland Times, Issue 21729, 15 June 1932, Page 5

A “Sunset” Wedding

A BEAUTIFUL APRIL BRIDE. .(From Our Correspondent). rr- London, April 20. Every girl in the country envied the Hon. Marion Glyn, the bride who had a fairy-tale wedding on Monday in Westminster Abbey. On Saturday night a little band of people visited the Abbey after the sightseers had gone. They were the bride and her attendants practising the role they had to play before a distinguished gathering two days later. This was no ordinary wedding rehearsal. If brides marry at other churches they can make their own arrangements, but at the Abbey they have to rehearse according to the rules laid down by the ecclesiastical authorities. The procession entered by the West door. It looked like a ray from the setting sun. The whole retinue following the bride in her “sunlight” robe, (which I described the other day) was clad in a tone of gold, with a touch of flame that suggests a sunset sky. The flame was provided by the tulips streaked with gold, which the bridesmaids carried. The bride’s cream orchids had hearts of gold. Lady Wolverton showed me yesterday the roomful of presents that are testimony to the popularity of her tall daughter, Miss Glyn, and her fiance, the King’s godson, Lord Hyde. I read the letter written in the King’s own handwriting to the future Lady Hyde, whom he has known since babyhood. “My dear Marion,” it ran, “the Queen and I send you this small brooch with all good wishes for your happiness.” The "small brooch” was a beautiful diamond ornament with the royal cipher. Then there was the magnificent silver bowl from the King to his godson, and the Princess. Royal and her husband had sent the bride a dainty dress-ing-case fitted with brushes and mirror in a pretty blue-green enamel in

the new "ray” design. What seemed to be an unending array of glistening gems lay in a glass cabinet, among them rubies and diamonds from the bridegroom’s mother. A little-bent figure with white hair was gazing admiringly at the presents and thinking of the greater splendours icf Lady Wolverton’s own wedding. This ■was Annie, who was given a special [view of the gifts. Annie has been with [Lady Wolverton for 62 years, having I come as nursery maid to her mother. Lady Wolverton led me upstairs to her bedroom with the dove-grey walls 'and white furniture. There on the ‘chintz sofa lay the wedding dress it‘self, and under the green canopy of [the bed the old Brussels lace, lent by ■the bride’s aunt, Lady Evelyn Ward, which made veil and train. It seems to be a picturesque modem idea, that ■of brides borrowing the old lace in the ifamily for their wedding day. At any Irate, “no one offered to lend me old llace for my wedding,” Lady Wolveriton told me. Her own present and her husband’s to their- daughter was more diamonds — a long necklace that can be turned into bracelets, pendant and chain, or hair ornament. In addition she gave her a Ifur coat and is also finishing a string [of pearls she had been collecting.