The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1856-11-20
The Bridal Wine Cup.
A THRILLING SKETCH.

"Piedge with wine-pledge cried the young
and thoughtless Harvey Wood "pledge with
wine ran through the crowd.
The beautiful bride grew pale-the decisive
hour had come She pressed her white hands
together and the leaves of the BRIDAL wreath
trembled on her brow her breath became quick
Il, and her heart beat wilder
"Yes, Marion, lay aside your scruples for this
once" said the judge, in a low tone, going
toward his daughter; - the company expec. it,.
Do not seriously infringe upon the rules of
etiquette; in your home, act as you please, but
i'll niue, for this once, please me"
Every eye was turned toward the bridal pair
Msrion's principles were well known. Henry
had been cunvivialist, but of late his friends
noticed the change in his manners the difference
in his habits, aud that night they watched TO
see, as they sneeringly said, if he was tied down
by wonan's opinion so soon.
Pouring out brimmiug beaker, they held il,
with tempting smiles, ,owa,d Marion. She was
very pule, though more composed. and her hand
shook not, as she gracefully accepted the crystal
temp,cr, aud raised it TO her lips But scarcely
had she done so, when every hand was arrested
by her piercing exclamation OF "ohi how hoe
rible! !"
What is it7' cried one and all, thronging
together for she slowly carried the glass AT arm
length, aud was Gxedly regarding ii as though 1t
were some hdeous object.
"WaiI!" she answered, While an inspiring
light slone from her dark eyes; "woit, aud
will tell you. see, she added, pointing one
i-weled finger at the sparkling liquid, "a sight
thut b-ggars all description and yet listen, will
psint il for you, il | eau, II is lionel! spot
tall mountains, crowned with verdure, rise in
awful sublimiiy around river runs through,
and bright flowers 5row TO the waters edge
There is thick warm mist, that the sun seeks
in vain to pierce. Trees, lofty and beautiful,
wave to the airy motion Of the birds; but there
a group of Indians gather; they fit TO nnd iro
with something like "a sorrow upon their dark
brows; and in the midst lies a manly form
but his dark checks grow deathly, his eyes Wild
with the fatal fire Of fever. One friend stands
beside him--nay. should say kneels--ior see,
lie is pilowing that poor head upon his breast
Genius in ruins--oh! the high holy-look-
ing brow, why should death mark II? And he
so Young Look, how he thIows back the curls !!
See him clasp his hands hear his thrilling shrieks
for life mark how he clutches at the form oil
his companion, implorng TO be saved Oh hear
him cali piteously his fathers name--see him
irvine his fingers together, as he shreks for his
sister-hs only sister, the twin OF his soul
weeping for him in his distant native land.
"See!" she exclaimed, while the bridal party
shrank back, the untasted wine trembling in
their grasp, and the judge fell, overpowered,
upon his sea- a. see his arms are lifted TO heav-
rushes througl, his veins. The friend beside him
ia weeping awe-stricken. the dark men move
silently away, leaving the living and the dying
together
There was hush in that princely parlor, broke
only BY what seemed sob form some manly
bosom. The bride stood yet upright, with
quivering lip, and tears stealing TO the outward
edge of her ashes., Her beautiful arm mad LOST
its extension, and the glass, with its little
troubled red waves, came slowy toward the
.unpe of her vision. She spoke again: every
In was mute. Her voice was faint and low, ye
Lwlully distinct. She still fixed her sorrowiu
Lance upon the wine cup.
at is evening now the great, white moor
is coming up, and its beams lay gently upon hi
forehead. He moves not-his eyes are set il
their sockets--dim are their piercing gances--
in vain his friends whisper the names of fathe
and sister.-death---a no soft hand, no & ntl
voice, to soothe him.
"His head sinks back One convulsive shud
der---he is dead.
A groun ran through the assembly; so vivit
was her description, so unearthly was her look
SO inspired her manner, that what she describe'
seemed actually TO have taken place then ant
there, They noticed, also, that the bridegroom
had his face in his hands, and was weeping.
"Dead!" she replied again, her lips quiverin
r. and her voice more broken and the
3 him grave, and there, without shroud
>. lay him down in the reeking earth. Th
only son of proud father, idoli1ed brother
fond sister, and he sleeps to-day in that distan
country, with no stone to mark the spot, Iher
he lies-my fathers SONNY own twin brother
"a victim to this deadly poison. Father" sh
exclaimed, turning suddenly, while the tears ra
down her beautiful cheeks ;"father, shall drin
now?"
The form of the old judge was eonvuised wit
agony. He raised not his head, but ima smotl
cred voice faltered,
"No, no, my child in Gods nHme-no.
She lifted the goblet, and letting it fall SUI
denly 10 the floor, it was dashed to thousan
pieces. Many fearful eye watched her NOV
ment, and instantaneously every wine glass WI
transferred to the marble on which 1t had oet
prepared. Then, as she looked at the fragmen
of crystal she turned to the company sayini
a. IL 10 frinnh hnrnaltnr who loves m