Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1850-07-01
The German Lowers
LEAF FIRST.

Night was resting gently on the earth.
The fre-fies were glistening in the mead
ows, and the moon was galvanizing the ru'
ined towers that border the swiftly rushing
waters of the Rhine, while under the shade
os one of them-a massy ivy-covered, owl
teranted one it was toe, a bout which strange
legends were told, that made your hearts
blood curdle the while you listened to them
sat two lovers.
They spoke not; but he smoked. while
she fixed her round liquid eyes with an in
tense earnestness on the glowing spark that
burned in the bowl of his mershaum. His
arm encircled her full, Diana-like waist,
and his hand sported in playful dalliance
with the tassels of her herripgg-stiched cap.
Her full but tapering fingers were locked
together, as if in representation Of the state
of their hearts-for she loved him with all
the intenseness her little SQUAD form was
capable of, and he the pride of the village
he who could smoke his mershaum for a
whole day without lifting up his eyes from
the foor-he of the yellow faxen hair, i'm
mense seat and sturdy legs-his very soul
was wrapped up in her-and thirteen red
Waistcoats.
The minutes rolled slowly by; his pipe
was nearly out, and little dog had just
crept up in the moonlight, and laid himself
down at his lady's feet when the heavy
tones of voice came slowly floating thro'
the air, quivering moment amid the leafy
foliage, and started off as if affrighted, glid-
ing along like summer swallow, over the
hedges; and resting, bubble-like, on the
water before it reached the ears of the low
ers:-sKatrinan it called and yet again,
sKatrina!'
Slowly they arose; and, for the first time
for hours, was the delicious and heavenly
silence broken-when Frankel, taking her
hand in his, and turning his head gently a.
side with all the modesty that gives young
love its holiest charm expectorated.
"Frankel," she asked, "you gone the poat
vat will stharts the day afore Yesterdays"
"Yaww
"Unt ish gone nit you?"
sYaw!"
"Vel, if you ish content to gets peter
Won for vorse-to be happier for for a
miserable-unt you shmokes der ale,
unit thinks der pipe-I shall take you for
no peter unit much vorse."
LEAF SECOND. -.-.
A fair ship, with her white wings spread
to the breeze, and her copper-hued bosom
breasting the mighty surges of the Atlantic,
flies, gull-like, across the pillows. Heaven
is leaden-hued and black, but the sea is
dazzling bright with the trimillion spark
let's of phosphoric matter. On the deck of
the ship, nestled close to the stern sheets
was crowd of The passengers assembled.
They were beguileing the tedious hours by
relating such stories as those who go down
into the sea in great ships are accustomed
to tell.
sat on the main. truck, ,and listened while
one old man told tale.
1t was one of those German legends
handed down from father to son, that the
old Allemani used in times gone by, to tell
their wondering household, while the Ro.
man legions were sharpening their lances
on their hearth-stones.
THE STORY.
"Vonce, long viles ago, I vent intos
mine abble orchard to cline pear tree te
git some beeches to make mine vrow blum
buddin nit; az ven gets to de tobbermost