Miss Tyrrell & Mary Queen of Scots

A rapid typist and an efficient filing clerk up to last week was Miss Anne Tyrrell, socialite daughter of the British Ambassador at Paris, brought up to be useful to her father, William George Tyrrell, Baron Tyrrell of Avon. Last week she became famed as the first British bride to be married in Notre Dame de Paris in 372 years, the first, according to Cathedral records, since the wedding of Mary Queen of Scots.

Three thousand guests were bid to Notre Dame by Baron and Baroness Tyrrell. The suave gentlemen and sparkling ladies of the Corps Diplomatique, the dowdy but invincible aristocrats of the Faubourg St. Germain, the most presentable of the Nouveau Riches, a sprinkling of tail-coated French statesmen, a dash of the long-haired Boul' Mich (for the Baroness Tyrrell gives literary suppers), these along with the most eminent Roman Catholics of the English and U. S. colonies jammed vast Notre Dame de Paris.

A Scotchman with a nice Edinburghian taste for lore might set down in parallel columns the outstanding details of Mary Queen of Scots' wedding and Miss Anne Tyrrell's:

Bridegroom

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Second Secretary Adrian Holman of the British Embassy. The Dauphin Franc,ois of France, son of King Henry II and Queen Catherine de Medicis.

Priest

Father Gabriel MacDarby of the English Roman Catholic Church in Paris (St. Joseph's). Cardinal de Bourbon, Archbishop of Rouen, in the presence of a Legate of the Pope before whom a great golden cross was borne.

Marshal of the Nuptials

None, but everything went off to perfection. The Duc de Guise who caused a terrible street fight and bloody riot after the ceremony by unwisely ordering heralds to fling bagfuls of gold coins at the groveling and famished populace.

In ponderous French tomes it is written that the Due de Guise marshalled the nuptials in a suit of "frosted gold," that the King of France supplied the wedding ring, that bass-viols groaned, flageolets and hautboys tootled, that torch bearers lessened the gloom of Notre Dame (lit by electricity last week), and finally that the wedding dress of Mary Queen of Scots was "white as the lily with which it was embroidered, but so prodigally rich and gorgeous, glittering with diamonds and silver as to be TOO DAZZLING for words to describe," and of such weight that "two demoiselles bore the train with difficulty."

Smart Miss Tyrrell's bridal gown was also rich, white, but softly shimmering rather than dazzling. Among her bridesmaids walked sedately those two small demoiselles the Misses Camilla and Mary Esther Edge, daughters of the U. S. Ambassador.

Honeymoonland: Morocco, which in the past two years has become the spring resort for smartest Europeans.

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