Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-05-02

his arms are lifted to heaven-he prays,
how wildly for mercy hot fevor rushes
through his veins. The friend beside him
is weeping, awe-stricken, the dark men
move silently away, and leave the living and
the dying together"
There was hush in that princely parlor,
broken by what seemed a smothered sob
from some manly bosom. The bride stood
yet upright, with quivering lip, and tears
stealing to the outward edge of her lashes.
Her beautiful arm had lost its tension, and
the glass, with its little troubled red waves,
came slowly towards the range of her vision.
She spoke again; every lip was mute. Her
voice was low, faint, yet awfully distinct:
she still fixed her sorrowful glance upon the
wine cup.
cit is evening now; the great white
moon is coming up, and his beams lay
gently on his forehead. He moves not ; his
eyes are set in their sockets; dim are their
piercing glances; in vain his friends whis-
per the name Of father and sster-death is
there. Death-and no soft hand, no gentle
voice to bless and soothe him. His head
sinks back! One convulsive shudder? He
is dead!"
A groan ran through the assembly, so
vivid was her description, so unearthly her
look, so inspired her manner, that what she
described seemed actually to have taken
place then and there. They noticed also
that the bridegroom hid his face in his
hands and was weeping.
''Dead!' she repeated again, her lips
quivering faster, and faster, and her voice
more and more broken "and there they
scoop him grave, and there, without a
shroud, they lay him down in that damp,
reeking earth. The only son of proud
father, the only idolized brother of fond
sister. And he sleeps to-day in that dis
tant, country, with no stone to mark the
spot. There he lies-my fathers sonny
own t,cn brother "a victim to this deadly
poison. ''Father," she exclaimed, turning
suddenly, while the tears rained down her
beautiful cheeks, father, shall 1 drink it
now?"
The form Of the old Judge was convulsed
with agony. He raised not his head, but
in smothered voice he faltered-"No, no,
my child-no."
She lifted the glittering goblet, and letting
it suddenly fall to the floor, it was dashed
in a thousand pieces Many fearful eve
watched her movement, and instantly every
wine-glass was transferred to the marble
table on which it had been prepared. Then
as she looked at the fragments of chrystal.
she turned to the company, saying, 'slet no
friend hereafter, who loves me, tempt me to
peril my soul for wine Not firmer are the
everlasting hills than my determined reso-
luton never to touch Or taste that terrible
poison. And he to whom l have given my
hand-who watched over my brothers dying
form in that last solemn hour, and buried
the dear wanderer there by the river in that
land of gold, will, trust, sustain me in
that resolve. Will you not, my husband ?''
His glistening eyes, his sad sweet smile
was her answer. The Judge left the room,
and when an hour after he returned, and
with more subdued manner, took part in
the entertainment of the bridal guests, no
one could fail to read that hes too, had de-
termined to Danish the enemy at once and
forever from his princely home.
Those who were present at that wedding,
can never forget the impression SO solemnly
made. Many from that hour foreswore the
social glass.
LIES LAST HOURs.-Life's last hours