The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1856-11-29
The Bridal Wine Cup.

Pledge with wine pledge " cried the
young aud ttoughtlcss Harvey Wood
pledge with wIne,' ran through the
crowd.
The beautiful bride grew palc-,he
decisive hour had come. She pressed
her white hands together. and the leaves
OF the bridal wreath trembLed on her
brow; her breath became quicker, and
her heart beat wilder.
Yes, Marion, lay aside y our scruples
for this once, said the Judge, in low
tone, going toward his daughter; the
company expect 1t. Do not seriously
inirnge upon the rules Of etiquette; in
your home act as you please, but IN mine,
for this once, please me-
Every eye was turned toward the bri-
daI pair. Marion's principles were well
known. Henry had been a conv!vialst,
but oil late his friends noticed the change
In his manners, the difference in his hab-
is, and tia! night they watched to see,
as they sneerlngly said, if he was tied
down by womans opinion so soon.
Pouring out brimming beaker, they
held 1t with tempting smiles, towards
Marion She was very pale, though
more composed, aud her hand shook not,
as she gracefully accepted the crystal
tempter, and raised 1t TO her lips. But
scarcely had she done so, when every
hand was arrested by her piercing ex.
clamation OF Oh ! how horrible =
'What is 1t = erie. one and ali,
lhronging together. for she slowly carried
t glass at arms length, and was final
ly regarding /! as though /! were some
hldeous object.
Wait she answered, while an inspi-
ring light shone from her dark eyes
wait, aud | viii tell you. see, she
added, slowly pointing one jewelIed fin
ger at the sparkling liquid, "a sight that
beggars all description, and yet listen,
viii paint it for you, If can. 1t is a
loLely y spot; tall mountains, crowned with
yerdure, rise in awful sublimily around ;
a river runs through, and bright flowers
grow TO the waters edge. There Is q
thick, warm mist. that the sun seeks in
vain to pierce. Trees, lofty and beautl-
tuI, wave to the airy motion OF the birds !;
but there-a group OF Indians gather ;
they fit 10 and fro with something like
sorrow Il on their dark brows ; and IN
the midst lies manly form but his
dark cheeks grow deathly. his eyes wild
with the Iaial fire OF fever. One friend
stands beside hIm--nay, | should say
kneels see, he IS pIiiowing that poor
head upon his breast.
Genius in ruins--oh the high, holy
boxing brow, why should death mark II
And he SO young Look, how he throws
back the curs, See him clasp his hands!
hear his thrilling shrieks for hte mark
how he clutches at the form OF hls com.
panion, imploring to be saved ob
hear him call piteously his fathers name
see him lwine his fingers together, as
he shrieks for his sister--hs only sister,
the twin OF his soul--weeplng Tor hun III
his distant native land.
See 7 she exclaimed, while the bridal
party shrauk back, the untasted VINE
lrembled IN their grasp, and the Judge
fell, overpowered, upon his seat; see
his arms are lifted 10 heaven--he prays,
how wildly, for mercy. bu, fever rashes
through his veins. The friend beside
him is weeping; awe-s,rleken, the dark
men mcye silently away, leaving the llv-
ing and dying together.
There vas a huss III that princeiy par
lor, broke only by what seemed a sob
from some manly bosom. The BRIDE
stood yet upright, with quiverlng mp, and
tears stealing to the outward edge oil her
Iasbes. Her beautiful arm had lost It's
extension, and the glass, with It's iillie
troubled red waves, came slowly toward
the range of her vision. She spoke again:
every llp was mute Her voice was iaint
and low, vet awtully distinct. She liked
her sorrowlul glance upon the VINE cup.
1T il evening now the great white
moon IS coming up, and It's beams lay
Gently uaon his forehead. He moves not