The Belmont chronicle, and farmers, mechanics and manufacturers advocate. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1848-1855, 1853-06-24
MISCELLANEOUS.
THE BRIDAL WINE GLASS.
BY MRS. M. A. DENxIsoN.


BY MRS. M. A. DEHSIsoN.
sPledge with wine-pledge with wine,
cried the young thoughtless Harvey Wood
pledge with wine,' ran through the brilliant
crowd.
The beautiful bride grew pale--the decisive
hour had come. She pressed her hands to-
gether, and the leaves Of the bridal wreath
trembled 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 a low tone,
going towards his daughter; 'the company
expect 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 turned towards the bridal
pair.-Marion's principles were well known.
Henry had been a convivialist, but of late
his friends noted the change in his manner,
the difference in his habits; and tonight
they watched him to see, as. they sneeringly
said, if he was tied down to woman's opinion
so soon.
Pouring brmming beaker, 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 u to her lips. But scarcely had she
doue 20 when every hand was arrested by the
piercing exclamation of 'Oh! how terrible!
'What isit!' cried one and all thronging
together, for she had slowly carried tho glass
atsarm's length, and was regarding it as
.thoughit was some hideous object.
Watt, she answered, while On inspired
light shone from her dark eyes, 'wait, and
viii tell you. see, she added, slowly point
ing one jeweled fnger.at the sparkling ru-
BY liquid, "a sight that beggars all description;
and yet listen--I will paint il for you IL |
cana Il is a lonely spot; tall mountains
crowned with verdure arise in awful sublimity
around; a..riyer runs through. and bright
hcvers. grow TO the waters. edge. There is
a thick warm mist that.the sun seeks vainly
10 Pferce. Trees, lofty and beautiful, wave
70 the. siEy melton of The .birllss but there
D group q tIndia ans gather. They fit to aud
fro with something like sorrow upon their
dark brows.. And ;hntbeir midst lies manly
form.--but his check. how dcathly; his eye
wild with the fthil FIRE. of fever. One friend
stands beside. him--nay, I should say kneels
for see. he is pilOving that poor head upon
his breast. 70
Genius 10 ruins-oh! the high, holy look
ing brow! Why should death mark it, and
he SO young, Look how he throws back the
damp cprls! see him clasp his hands! hear
his thrilling shrieksi for lifel mark how he
clutches at the form n bis companion, i'm.
.pIcripg to ke saved. oh! hear him call pit
1eously his Fathers 'naIne--eee him twine his
rfipgefs togetbeL az he shrieks for his sister
his only sister--thq twin of his soul--weep.
.iug fof him in his distant land, W
: sSee!p she exclaimed, while the bridal par
'ty slrunR bach, the untasted wine tremblingly
grasped,, and the Judge felhoverpowered,upo
/. lis sest--'see! his stms are lifted to HEAVIER
---he pfeys, how wildly, for mercy! hot feve
rushes through his veins. 2 The friend beside
him Is Weeping. Awe stricken, the darl
men move silently away, and leave the living
and dying together.'.
IN There was Z hush in that princely parlor
broken only by what seemed a sob from
!. some manly bosom. The bride yet stood up
; right, with quivering lip, and tears stealing Il
the edge Of her eye-lashes beautiful
arm had lost its tension, aud the glass will
its little troubled waves came slowly to tn,
range Of her vision. She spoke again. Ever
lip was mute. Her voice was low, faint, ye
awfully distinct, she still fixed her sorrowfu
glunce upon the wine cup.
1T is evening nowi the great white mool
is coming up, and its beams lay gently on hi
forehead. lie moves not, his eyes are set i
their sockets; dim are their piercing glances
in vain his friend whispers the name of faith
ar and sister, death ID there.-Death--and n
: soit hand, no gentle voice to bless'and sooth
him. His head sinks back! one convulsv
shpdder. he is deadp
A groan ran through the assembly, so vi,
yid was her description, so unearthly her oo
so inspired her manner-that--whats she de,
eribed seemed actually to have taken plat
.then and there, They noticed also that Il
bridegroom hid his face in his hands and W,
weeping. ns,..,.
Dead" she repeated again, aud her lii
auivering faster, and her voice more and mo
broken; sand there they scoop him grav
and there, without shroud, they lay hi
down in that damp, reeking earth. The OF
ly son OF proud father, the only, the idolz,