The organ of the temperance reform. (Cincinnati, O. [Ohio]) 1852-1853, 1852-06-04

NeIe Ne eoad Ayes faae.
in9Aga loving the shaking Of hands a. the
9 brave youth broke away from the fair maidens
al pale with mingled emotion.
] "My Betty" said the noble swain to his
bride, who, with death hue on her face, had
I sunk into chair by bis side; "my Betty, love
, for my bride says stay, but love for my country
8 saysgO. Which shall / obey"
"Your country Benson, said the maid, ID
firm, clear tone, like one determined, as she
rose erect in an instant. "Your country Ben.
sou, she repeated. Fear not the issue, my hus.
G band. We both fear God; aud he will be a
4 wall Of fire around you, and will see that the
winds blow not too roughly on me while you
r are gone.
The two aged parents stood like mutes in
CONSERVATION. The clergyman, astonished at
the energy of the frail, though beautiful being
before him, calculated, "What wondrous power
in the trust of God Truly, saith the Holy
Book, The secret of the Lord is with them that
fear him "
T. work Of moment, and that gentle crea-
ture had burst from grlhood into wOmanhood.
1t was not bud blooming into flower; but the
slender sapling becoming on the instant Wig
orous tree. And while her young husband stood
pressing both hands on his eyes, which shed hot
drops like the white sparks falling from two
fire balls, the hands Of the maiden bride at
, tached to the person of the bridegroom patriot
the aceoutrements Of war.
"Go, my Benson---and while you are away,
, | will pray God for you. The wedding suit
could not be better worn than in the cause Of
freedom"
"May God keep you" said the young man
with difficulty, for he was almost choked. EN-
bracing the bride, he kissed her fervently.-
Feeling her fortitude sinking, that gentle. being
/ hung upon him like lily on its natural stem.
Gently separating himself, the young volunteer
Q for freedom reached the open door, and with
aVerted face, lest his resolution might fail, and
, bis flowing teara be seen, he waved his right
! hand behind him in token Of Adieu, then broke
+ away with his comrades, leaving the bride, her
r aged parents, the good minister, and all maiden
: guests absorbed in tears.
I The clergyman, as II he had forgotten some.
Is, 4ile fah on on tAe f6ad-<isiss iltl TIE lit.
z tiscompany were about turning a rock in the
:. distance, the venerable man cried out with a so.
G lenn voice: Goods great blessing be on you
ya brave sons of our hope The God of battles
gb with you; For the Lord hath sacrafice in
Bpzrah, and great slaughter in Idumea p
jehovah, Lord Of hosts, speed you, and cause
ysu to come again with conquests, 'from EdOm,
and with died garments from Bozarah.'"
"Oh father r' said the bride, recoillng at the
t remembrance Of her dream, 'tEat dark and
! aONrafm SOmethingr'
1 The old man shook his head. But not a
word.
E "Oh, sir," said the maid to the minister, her
t own hands clasped in the attitude of supplica-
, lion, won't you pray for my Bensoni"
! And all knelt down. What group! The
: aged and sorrow. .striken parents-the sObbing
maidens the bereaVed bride, like lone lilly
among the floWers-the faithful slave, his eyes
9 red with crying--the veHerable servant of God,
i like the ancient Patriarch, pleading with JehO-
$ vah! Nay leave the scene for angles to steady
and admire,
+. How sublime. bride in the dark silence of
S her bridal chamber, wrestling with Him who
dwelleth in the midst Of light ineffable, in be-
half Of a husband Of but an hours duration, be-
: fore the stern necessity of war had snatched
0 from his welded loYeI Hide that heart with
its wild emotions from the gaze Of vulgar eyes,
for the maiden prisons are broken upon by the
!, abrupt tidings that the bridegroom soldier is
borne away, wounded, dying man, in the jolt
! ing march Of an eEulting enemy. The black
pinions Of despair enwrap her soul with the
s memory Of that mysterious 'darE and nloWym
J, somsthuyP ?
e "Ahn' sobbed the bereaved one, sit is now
plain-that dream-"I an maiden, a0ife and
g 0idOw in one short dayl'' and bitterly she Wept
e But she has a faith, which is spiritual he
roism. When the wbirlwipd turmoil of that
. sgonized heart is becalmed enough for utter
/ anee, with clasped haEds, and upralsed eyes
and voice tremulous with woe, yet soft with
4 hope, she breathes: "God is just and kind and
) god; and he viii MOI forSake my husband!'
i gilt lig ghtning pierces the white cloud.
4 | 90 thhb living flame from believing heart
' pierces the celestial azure; and the Recording
, Angel at the great White Thorn, breaks off a
! spring Of heavenly amaTanth, and with it dip.
ped in love, on fair white page Of 'the Book
: Of Life, chronicles that virgin vow OF faith in
. Him that liveth
= : "Oh!" said the clergyman, for he had tar
! ried over night to condole with the family in
= their grief, 81 have not found so great faith, no
not in Israel! Alas! my friends, when said
the Lord hath asacrlfice in Borzsh, did not
think one would furnish the victims. But his
Will be d0ne!
5 "Amen, Massa GOodheart," said the negro;
o Goods will be done. And he hab glib me work
to do. Good. bye, Massa, and Mrs, and Miss
e Betty"
$ The last seen Of Pompey the slave, was his
9 entering the British line. "Ah," said the
/, nsighbors, 'the black rogue has turned trail
j torm
"Who is that sad-looking creature, with a
sash Of black ribbon round her waists" was
} the inquiry made concerning Betty, who had
disappeared in the woods. The inquirer was a
; Misunderstanding man. clad in entire black
= He wore small clothes, very high boots with
. black tassels, and three cornered hat. He
was Of fine stature, mild face and gentle speech.
'"Sir' said the man addressed, ''she is called
in these parts, the Village Widow. Shes daugh-
ter to Mr.. Van Antwerp, who lives behind yon-
der hickory grOve.,'
"Indsedg' said the stranger, as he turned
, : his horse in the direction pointed out. Csc
= that's Betty, my good friend Meinheer Van