The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1853-07-06

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distant land"
''See!" she exclaimed, while the bridal
party shruDk back, the untasted wine
tremblingly grasped, and the Judge fell,
overpowered, upon his seat-"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
silently away, end leave the living and
dying together"
There was hush in that princely par.
lor, broken only by what seemed sob
from some manly bosom. The bride yet
stood upright, with quivering lip, and tears
stealing to the edge of her eye-lashes-
Her beautiful arm had lost its tension, and
the glass with it's little troubled waves came
slowly to 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.
''Itis evening now; the great white moon
is coming up, and its beams lay gently on
his forehead. He moves not, his eyes are
set in their sockets; dim are their piercing
glances; in vain his friend whispers the
name of father and sister, 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 Observation-Disclosures
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, and her
lips quivering faster, and her voice more
and more broken: sapd there they scoop
him grave; and there, without shroud.
they lay him down in that damp. reeking
earth. The only son of a proud father.
the. only, the idolized brother of fond
sister. And he sleeps to-day in that dis
tant countrys.an and no stone to mark the
spot. There he lies-my Fathers son--
my own tacin brother! victim to this
deadly poison. Father,'' she exclaimed.
turning suddenly. while the tears rained
down her beautiful cheeks. ''father, shall |
drink it now?''
The form Of the old Judge was convuls-
ed with agony He raised not his head
but in a smothered voice he faltered-" No,
no my child, in Gods name-no.''
She lifted the glittering goblet, and let
ting it suddenly fall to the floor. it was
dashed in thousand pieces. Many a
fearful eye watched her movement, and in
spontaneously every wine-glass was trans
ferred 10 the marble table on which it had
been prepared. Then as she looked at
the fragments Of the crystal, she turned 70
the company, saying, "let no friend here
after, who loves me, tempt me to peril my
soul for wine, No irmer are the everlast-
ing hills than my resolve, Gcd helping me.
never to touch or taste that terrible poison.
And he to whom 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-wifl you not, my husband?''
His glistening eyes. his sad, sweet smile,
was her answer. The Judgel left the room
and when after an hour he returned, and
with more subdued manner took part in
the entertainment of the bridal guests, no
one could fail to read that he, too. had de-
termined to Danish the enemy at once, and
forever from his princely homes
| Those who were present at that wedding,
can never forget the impressions SO sol
EMMY de,--many from that hour fore.
swore the social glass.