Wisconsin herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1846-1849, 1847-06-26
From The South Caroliniaa.
The widow and Eleg. Wood
en Spouse.
FREELY RENDERED FROM THE GERMAN.
BY vEsPER BRAcKETT, ESQ.

Dorlna--Gou uleSs OoTlild sue
was the sweetest maiden of a thou
sand who bloomed in the streets of the
good German city of Gedankenthall.
Every one loved Dorina, because she
loved every body. aud her smiles were
like bright rays irradiating her cherry
checks and lips. II was a curious
thing it must have been natural-but
all the beaux of Gedankenthall were
the adorers Of Dorna. She had a
train at every ball and dance, which
was longer than the band of conscript
youth who annually marched for the
good Kaiser's army, and they were a
sad set, TOO. those same worshippers OF
Dorina. She could not love them all
oh, yes, she might have done that,
for she had a good heart-some said
angelic-but she chose rather to love
one alone. Ii was like all lovers, -
Dorina married a youthful spouse
whom she loved as herself, and better
too. Don't sneer, good reader, when
we say "better." Suppress your
scornful smile--or, do as you like =
smile away! See the end.
1t was true, however strange. Do
rina was happy in Stephens bound
less love. lie was an open hearted
expansive fellow, burly in his youth,
and threatening to become monstrons
in old age. To this stalwart hurgher
was The gentle Dorina united. He,
the mountain Of her pride, she the lily
cup of his affection. He, to breast
the storms of life; she, to bloom on in
the valley Of contentment, scattering
the sweet perfumes Of love around the
peaceful serenity Of his home forever
or for life.
But Death stepped in one day, and
laid his cold neshless fingers upon Ste
phen, and he died. Yes, he was
snatched from Dorina's arms-he was
summoned TO depart-he, who was
The best Of husbands and the best oil
men. My pen, even if i; were dipped
in the briny waves of the vexed ocean,
could scarcely portray the grief OF Do
rina, or all she feH. She threw her.
self beside the couch other loved lord
and as she kneIt and clasped the hand,
and kissed the cheek of clay, she VOW
ed to love the dead Stephen .foreuer!
The whole city came, with oi6cious
friendship, to sooth Dorina--but in
vain. They tore her sobbing form
from the side of the dead one. and al
the door closed forever between them
in this world. she cried out piteously
"alas" Days, weeks, months passed.
and still she wept and still her mourn
ing soul found utterance in the heart
desolating words, "alas poor Stephen
She wept; grief was unceasing, and
she grew pale and shadowless with
despair.
Across the street lived skillful car
yer of wooden images. He had loved
his ueighhor Stephen in life, and after
his death, be fashioned an exact i'm.
age Of bis friend, partly 10 relieve the
melancholy mood Of Dorna, and part
/ w to show his reverence for the bless
cd, and 10 save his memory from OBJ.
ll:vion. His cunning hand, always
succe ssfuI, finished the work with a
mazing speed, and there stood Steph-
en- as large as life. 1t was a master
piece of carving, and the whole city
congratulated the artist Oh his genius
and Dorina on the restoration Of Ste
phen to the world "Ah, Heavens
there he is. Yes. yes, lis he! o
happy artist, happier w,fe!' "How
beautifully he opens his MOUTH" says
one. alt will speak! Never in my
life before have | seen such nature -
So he looked last week, as he stood
godfather" Well, the artist, after the
public curiosity was stated. sent the
acooden spouse to the widow Dorina,
and placed itin the bridal room, where
I together they had slept ia happiness
Z There in her chamber, she shut herself
in with him. and sought relief, and
found comfort 10 the track of bitter
grief. And Dorina held herself bound
1 TO weep away the remnant Of her life,
and TO be forever worthy Of his mem
DRY. What other devotion could The
names Of the departed desire Of a
wife,
4 She was heart broken. So The
wosld said. alas poor sad DOrina, thy
I sun is not bright now. Weeks Of woe
.sck and dcsplsting tears of sorrow