Semi-weekly Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1851-1852, 1851-10-24
"REMINISCENCES OF AN AWFUL
EFE EEvENT -. :

few priuts adorned the white washed
walls Of the primitive sale a munger. Some
of them were interesting as representations of
scenes that occurred during the awful 'catas.
trophe of the Roseberg in 1906, when the
mountain slipped aud hundreds of -human~be,
inrs, houses, chalets, herds Of cattle, farms and
tiairies, were destroyed in five minutes. The
traces of this dread event, as seen from the
lake of Lucerne, are so fresh, that it is difficult
to believe that it did not take place yesterday;
the utter ruin and desolation being still more
strongly marked by the contrast with the snl-
ling scenes around Cne of the prints that in
terested me most was that representing the In
cideut of the sleeping infant in its cradle, float
ing down the lake, the balance of the little ark
being kept by the house cat, which remained at
the child's feet.
The placid countenance of the unconscious
slumberer amid the surrounding wreck, and the
uneasy looks of the poor cat who gazed rue.
fnlly at the waves, would make a good subject
for q picture. There are thousand well-known
sto les and anecdotes connected with the ca
lanitous phenomenon some very touching
and Others relating to the escapes quite miracu-
lous. Husbands were separated from their
wives. parents from their children. One Of
the most affecting is that OF bridal party which
had inst left the little church of Goldau, after
assisting at the union of two lovers. The JOY
ous procession advanced down the street, pre-
ceded by a band Of rustic musicians. In the
centre, surrounded By their friends, walked the
Youthful bridea room and his blushIng BRIDE,
the prettiest girl in the village. They had been
attached since childhood, and every one SYM
pathized in their happiness The young man
carried in his hand the bouquet de marriage"
About half way down the street lived an ola
dame. the school.mistress, who had instructed
the pretty Katchen in her childhood, but was
too infirm to Join the wedding train. When
they reached the door, the young bride olsen
gased her arm from that of her companion,
and whispered to him that she would be back
in q moment, ran into the houseto embrace her
old preceptress. During that moment the ca.
itastrophe took place The ground gave way
beneath the feet of the bridal party, clouds OF
dust darkened the air; torrent OF mud, min
gled with stones and rubbish, came flowing
down from the mountain; and all was ruin
and desolation. The bridegroom escaped with
ont any more serious damage than that OF be-
ing thrown down and stunned.
He soon recovered his senses, and freeing
himself BY desperate effort from the rubbish
in which he was half buried staggered to his
feet, his bridal bouquet still grasped in MS hand
and looked about for the house into which his
beloved had entered. 1t was gone! Every
trace of the village had disappeared, not YES.
tiee of the old familiar scenes OF his childhood
met the eyes of the unfortunate young man.
IL oh Erop of In
another, calling loudly on his bride, but there
was no answer. He interrogated the few be-
wildered individuals whom he met flying they
knew not where, or else in search OF their
friends he demanded Of them with frantic
gestures whether they had seen his katchen;
but no one knew anything about her.
For three long years the unhappy man con.
tinued his distracted search; no efforts could
induce him to desist, or win him away from
the fatal spot. Night and day, still carrying
the faded remains of the marriage boquet, his
spectral form might be seen wandering about
an,ong the ruins, and his voice calling on his
lost one. now in accents of hopeless despair,
and then with wild and feverish anxiety as
CLEAN Of hope that she would answer his cres
crossed his disordered brain. At length his
restless footsteps were heard nolonger. Search
was made for the unfortunate bridegroom, and
he was found lying dead beside heap OF rub
bish; the worn fingers of his right hand clasp.
ed tightly round bunch of withered stalks and
discolored ribbons. His weary search was
over, he had found his bride at last.-Dubiin
University Magazine.
The Iron Duke.
A correspondent Of the New York Herald,
thus describes the appearance OF the Duke OF
Wellington at the Peabody Festival, Oh the