Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1853-06-18
The Bridal Wine Glass.
BY MRS. n. A. DENNIsoN.


Pledge with wne-pledge with wine
cried the young and tboughtess Harvey
Wood: pledge with wine ran through the
brilliant crowd.
The beautiful bride grew pale-the deci
sive hour had come. She pressed her hands
together. and the leaves of the bridal wreath
trembled on her pure brow her breath came
quicker; her heat beat wilder.
Yes, Marion, lay aside your scruples for
this once said the Judge, in a low tone, 60
ing towards his daughter; the company ex-
pect it. Do not so seriously infringe upon
the rules Of etiquette; in your own home act
! as you please, but for this once please me-
Every eye was turnd towards the bridal
pair.-Marion's principles were well known.
Henry had been convvalist: but of late
his friends noted the change in his manner,
the indiffidehce in his habits; and tonight
they watched him to see, as they sneeringly
said, il he was tied down to oman's opinion
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 tempter and
raised 1t to her lips. But scarcely had she
done 80 when every hand was arrested by
the piercing exclamation of oh! how terri
BILE! What is to- cried one and all throng-
ing together, for she had slowly carried the
glass at arms length, and regarding it as
though it was some hideous object.
wait, she answered, while an inspired
light shone from her dark eyes; wait, and
| xuiIl fall / cha aI ,lo
ing one jeweled finger at the sparkling ruby
liquid, "a sight that beggars all description; /;
and yet lsten-I will paint it for you if can.
1t is a lonely spot; tall mountains crowned
with verdure arises in awful sublimity around !;
river runs through, and bright flowers grow
TO the waters edge. There is thick warm
mist that the sun seeks vainly to pierce.
Trees, lofty and beautiful, wave to the airy
motion of the birds; but there--a group Of
Indians gather They fit to and fro with
something like sorrow upon their dark brows
And in their midst lies manly form--but
his cheek, how deathly; his eye wild with the
ftful fire of fever. One friend stands beside
him-nay, should say kneels-for see, he
is pilowing that poor head upon his breast
Genius in ruins-oh the high holy look
ing brow Why should death mark il, 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 al the form of bis companion, implor-
ing to be saved OH hear him call piteously
his fathers name-see him twine his fingers
together as he shrieks for his hister-his only
sister-the twin of his soul-weeping for him
in his distant land.
'See!' she exclaimed, while the bridal party
shrunk back, the untasted wine trembling
grasp, and the Judge fell overpo wered, 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 weeping. Awe stricken the dark men
move silently away, and leave the living and
dying together
There was hush in that princely parlor,
broken only by what seemed a sob from some
manly bosom. The bride yet stood upright,
with quivering lip, and tears stealing to the
edge of her eye-lashes. beautiful arm
had lost its tensi5n. and the glass with its
little troubled waves came slowly to the range
of her vision. She spoke again. Every lip
was mute. Her voice was low, faint, yet aw.
fully distinct, she still fixed her sorrow.ul
glance upon the wine cup.
III is 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--an no
soft hand, no gentle voice to bless and soothe
him. His head sinks back one oonyulsive
'shudder he is desdI'