At the beginning of the book, this young bride's first words:
"Diary of Our Wedding Trip
Beginning Sept. 6 - 1911 to Sept. 20 - 1911"
"O, the toils of life!
How small they seem, when love's resistless tide
Sweeps brightly o'er them! Like the scattered stones
Within a mountain streamlet, they but serve
To strike the hidden music of its flow
And make its sparkle visible."