The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1856-09-03
8 MORRIS & WILLIAMS, Publishers and Proprietors.

love thee. MY heart cilnSS TO tnee, a!
the bean to its pole. Mine ear knows nc
music save thy voice, and my lips no yictu
ais but thy kisses. Without thee fam
ish--I die. But the picket fence of duty
surrounds me. 1t is stuck full of crue
spikes and I cannot surmount it. A last
embrace, my heavenly one, and we part
forever" "Bid me not depart l'' he roar.
ed as he clasped her to his breast, "I will
never leave thee. Forty-'leven savage
locomotives have not power to tear us
from each others arms / tell thee mine
angel-love the thought of leaving thee
rends my soul--it maddens me--it makes
me rip and rave like a frenzied Shanghai
it makes me below like distracted bed
bug-st makes me feel bad In my des.
peration would tear up creation by the
roots! l would fog the earthquake
would eat red-hot pokers! would drink
up the ocean, and then cast myself into
the black and surging pillows which now
roll at my feetl
Seraphina bust into food of tears
Their excessive emotion overcame them
and they both swooned away.
Again it was evening upon the Ter
Mile-again the cold moon looked down
upon scene of excruciating woe. In a
dark, dismal damp, gloomy, ghostly cas-
tie, built of the unhewn monarchs of the
forest, upon pile of hay lay the angelic
Seraphina, the victim of fathers tyran-
ny. Her linsey -woolsey robes were torn
and disarranged, her lovely face soiled and
smutty, her slyery curls dishexeled, her
ceruban eyes red as cranberries, and SWELL
ed with weeping; but for all this she look
ed more beautiful than ever before By
her side stood aagon of calculated but
termilk, and platter of fapjacks. mo,
no." she family muttered, pushing the
food away, let them not seek to prolong
my misery by offering metempting viands.
1 will never eat more Never"
S Just then a low, doleful sound was
borne to her ear She started. "Was
it thou, Rndolphus?" She cried. '.Ah
no, / will not fatter myself with vain
hopes. Twas but the calf bleating to
its motherv And she sank down exhaust
ed upon the straw again, to court Death.
Again was the sound repeated. She
sprang to her feet, and peeped out through
a chiuk in the logs. 1t was indeed her
lover looking up with wistful eyes to her
dungeon window, while manly tears streak
ed it down his cheeks. 40, save me,
Rudoipbns, she screeched. "I would
smash down those massive pine DOORS"
he answered, with one blow of my stall
wart fist, and snatch thee from thy cruel
captors, bat l am afraid thy fathers darn
ed oxen will hook me-" And he sank
upon the ground in the impotence of his
rage and despair, and hiding his face in
the burdock leaves, he howled aloud.
" Weep not, my Rudelphus,s said she, 81
will come to thee.n So saying, the heroic
girl descended to the stable, and while
the gnats and mosquitoes thundered about
her fair head, tearing up with her tiny
hands an oaken plank from the floor, she
sooa emerged in the cow-yard. In an
instant the lovers were clasped in each
others arms. The donkey of Rudolphus
stood near, and folding his lovely burden
to his breast, the youth sprang into the
saddle, and murmuring in her ear sweet
tales of love in a foreign clime they gall
loped away like streak of creased light
ming.