Spirit of the times. [volume] (Ironton, Ohio) 1853-1858, 1853-07-05
THE BRIDAL VINE GLASS.
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isdi 'Plelge tho wine-pledge the wine,
81 cried the young anil ihoughtless Har
G vey Wood; pledge tho wine ran thro
the brilliant crowd. @S'a
The beautiful bride grew pale-th'
y decisive hour had come. She presset
her hands together, and as tie leaves
Of the bridal wreath ,rembled on he
pure brow; her breath came quicker
and her heart bent wilder. 90 .'
e. Yes Marion, lay aside your scruple.
for once said the Judge in low tone
going towards his daughter, the comps
! ny expect. Do not so seriously infringe
upon The rules Of etiquette; in your own
home act as you please, bu. for this
once please me-
Every eye was turned towards the bri'
dal pair. Marion's principles were we'll
known. Henry had been convival.
ist; but Of late his friends noted the
change in his manner, the Indifference
in bic habits; and tonight they watched
him 10 see as they snecringly said, If he
was tied down to woman's opinion 50
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Pouring brimming beuker. they held
i. with tempting smiles to Marion.-
She was still very pale, though more
cesnposed; and her hand shook not as
smiling back she accepted the crystal
tempter and raised il 10 her lips. But
scarcely had she done so when every
hand vas arrested by the piercing excla.
nation Of oh! how terrible
What is it!' cried one and all throng.
ing together, for she had slowly raised
the classic, arms length, and was re.
sarding It as tho it was some hideous
object, ,:lf .al~ 7
wait she answered and | will tell
you.l 'Isee,' she added. slowly point.
ing one jewelel finger at the sparkling
liquid "a sight that beggars description;
and yet listen-I will paint it for you if
l can.'uls 10 4tf
10 ltis a lovely spot; tall mountains
crowned with verdure arise in awful sub.
Unity around; river runs through, and
brigh. flowers grow 10 the waters edge.
There is a thick warm mist that The sun
seeks vainly to pierce. Trees, lofty and
beautiful, wave 10 the airy motion Of
the birds; but ,herc--a group Of Indians
gather. They Ait to and fro with some.
d thing like sorrow upon their dark brows.
In their midst lies manly fo'm-but
his check, how deashly; his eye wild
with the ftful fire Of fever. One friend
stands beside him--nay, l should say
he kneels,-for see, he is pillowing
that poor head upon his breast.
Genius in ruins-oh! the high holy
looking brow! Why should death mark
il. and he so young? Look how he
throws back the damp ecurls! see him
clasp his shands! hear his thrilling shrek
for life! mark how he clutches at the
form Of bis companion, imploring to be
saved! Oh hear him call piteously his
fathers name-see him twine his fin.
gers together as he shrieks for his sister,
his only sister--the twin Of his soul
weeping for him in his distant land.
.'See!' she exclaimed; while the bridal
parry shrunk back, the untasted wine
trembling in her grasp. and the Judge
fell overpowered upoa his seat. 'See!'
his arms are lifted up to Aeaven--he
prays, how wildly for mercy! hot fever
Iushes through his veins. The frierd
beside him 10 weeping. Awe:stricken
shsdafk men, move silently away, md
leave the living and the dying ,ogether.'
Thers was a hush in that prihcely
parlor, broken only by what seemed
sob~from some manly. bosom. The bride
yet stood upright with quiverins lip,
the tears s.saling to the edges other eye :
lashes.' Her beautiful arm had lost its