Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1853-03-09
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From tn: Olive Branch.
THE BRIDAL WINE LASS.

"Pledge with winc--pledge with wine"
cried the yonng and thoughtless Harvey
Wood; "plcdge with wne;" ran through the
brilliant crowd.
The beautiful bride grew pale--thc de.
cisive hour had come. She pressed her white
hands together, and the leaves Of the bridal
wreath ircmbled on her pure brow; her
breath came quicker, her heart beat wilder
Yes Marion, lay aside your scruples for
this once" said the Judge in Il low tone, 60
ing towards his daughter. I" the company ex-
pect it; do not so seriousl Y Infringe upon the
rules of etiquette; in your own home act rs
you please; but in mine, Tor this once, please
me-"
Every eve was turned towards the bridal
pair Narinns principles were well known.
Henry had been convivialist, but of late
his friends noted the change in his manners,
the difference in his liahits-amd tonight
they watched him TO see, rs they sneeringlN
s:IId, II re was tied down to 4 woman opn-
ion so soon.
Pouring brimming breaker. they held it
with tempting smiles toward Marion. She
WAS still very pale, though more composed;
and her hand shook not, as smiling back,
she gracefully accepted the crystal tcmpter,
and raised it to her lips But scarcely had
she dune so, when every hand WAS arrested
by her piercing exclamation of cob! how
terrible !"
What is it" cried one and all throng-
ing together; for she had slowly carried the
glass at arms length, and was tixcdly regard
ing i, as though it were some hdeous object.
"Wait," she answered, while an inspired
light shone from her dark eyes, "wait, and
will tell yoa" {" see" she added, slowly,
pointing one iewellcd finger at the sparkling
ruby liquid sight that beggars ali de-
Scrip,ion; and yet listen-I will paint it for
you if can. 1t is louely spot; tall noun:
tains crowned with verdurc rise il awful
sublimity around; river runs through, and
bright flowers grow TO the waters edge
There is a thick, warm mist, that the sun
seeks vainly to pierce. Trees, lofty and
beautiful, wave to the airy motion of birds !;
bu, therc--a group Of Indians gather; they
fit to and fro with something like sorrow
upon their dark brows. And in their midst
lies a manly lorm--but his cheek how deaf! I.
", his eye wild with the iitiul fire of fever
One friend stands beside hin--nay, should
say knrcls; for sec, he is pillowing that poor
head upon his breast.
Genius in ruins--ol! the high, holy y.look.
ing brow why should death mark it, and he
so Young! Look how he throws back the
damp curls see him clasp his hands hear
his thrilling shrieks for life! mark how he
clutches at the form of his companion, i'm.
plorng to be saved. Oh! hear him call pit.
eousy y his fathers namc--sce HIM twine his
| fingers together rs he shrieks for his sister
his only sis.er-the twin of his soul-wecp-
ing for him in his distant native land
"Sce w she exclaimed, while the bridal
party shrank back, the untastcd wine trem-
bling in their faltering grasp, and the Judge
fell, overpowercd, upon his scat" see! his
arms are lifted to heaven-he prays, how
wildly, for mercy hot fever rushes through
his veins. The friend beside him is weep
ing; awe stricken, the dark men move silent
ly away, and leave the living and the dying
together"
There was hush in that princely paIlor
broken only by what seemed a smotheret
sob from some manly bosom. The bride
stood yet upright, with quivering lip, ant
tears stealing to the outward edge of hel
lashcs. Her beautiful arm had lost its ten
sion, and the glass, with its little troubled re,
waves came slowly towards the range o
her vision. She spoke again; every lip wa
, mute. Her voice was low, faint, yet awful
ly distinct; she still fixed her sorrowlu
glance upon the winc.cup.
"It is evening now; the great white moor
is coming up, and its beams lay gently OF
his forehead. He moves not; his eyes ar
set in their sockets; dim are their piercing
glances in vain his friend whispers the nam
of father and sister,-death is there. Deat
aud no soft hand. no gentle voice to bles
and soothe him. His head sinks back! on
convulsive shudder! he is dead p
A groan ran through the assembly, so viv
id was her description, so unearthly her look
so inspired her manner-that-what she de
scribed, seemed actually to have taken plac
then and there. They noticed also that tn
bridegroom hid his face in his hands and wa
weeping
| "Deadw she repeated again, her lip