The independent press. (Abbeville C.H., S.C.) 1853-1860, 1857-08-07
The Bridal Wine Gun.

Pledge with wine-plcdgst with wine,
cried tho young and thoughless Harvey
Wood pledge with wine, ran through the
brilliant crowd. ~,
:. sThe beautiful bride grew .palo-the dc.
eisiye hour. had come. She prcsscd her
whito hands together, and the leaves Of her
bridal wreath trembled on her puro brow
ther breath camc quicker, her heart bea,
=. wilder. -ss -
: Fes, Marion, lay aside your scruples for
- this once, saul the Judge, in a low tone, go
ing towards bis daughter; tho company OK
pected it.~.Do not SO seriously infringe on
tho rules oSetiqucttc !; in your own home
act as you please, but in mino, for this
once; try and please inc. -.
Every eye was turned towards tho bri-
dM pair ;.Marion's principles were well
EHawn.s
-. 1Iarvey had been of late convivialist,
and his friends had noticed a change in his
manners, the difference III his habits, and
1. to ,pightahcy watched to see, as thoy sncer-
ingly said if he was tied down to wo,
mans opinion so soon. Pouring brim-
ming beaker, they held it with prompting
smiles towards Marion.-Sho was very
pale, though more composed, and her hand
shook not, as smiling, she gracefully accep-
tefsthe crystal tempter, and raiaed it to her
lips but scarcely had she done so, when
every hand was arrested by her piercing
sexciamation Of
Oh, how terrible 2
What is it cried one and all, thronging
together, for she had slowly carried tho
glass at arms length, and was fixcdly re-
s.kardihg it asthough it were some hideous
object.
Wait, she answered, while an inspired
light shone from her dark eyes, and added,
slowly pointing one jeweed finger at the
sparkling ruby liquid, "A sight that beg,
gdrs all description, and yet listen-I will
paint it for you, if | can. It is a lonely
spot tall mountains, crowded with YER
dure rise in awful sublimty around 4. a
river runs through, and bright flowers
grow to the waters edge. There is a thick
warm midst that the sun seeks vainly to
pierce. Trees; lofty and beautiful, wave to
airy motions Of the winds. But there are
agroup Of Indians together; they fit to
aul fro, With something Iikc sorrow on
their brows, and in the midst lies manly
form bit his cheeks how deathly-his
eyes wild with the fierce fire of fever2
One friend stands beside him--nay,
should say, kncels for see he is pillow
ing, that poor head upon his breast
Genius in ruins Oh the high, holy
itosing brow! Why should death mark
II, sad he7so young 2. Look how he throws
sSsak The damp ctrls see him clasp his
Sands land hear his. thrilling shrieks for
,fifef mark how he clutches at the form of
his COMPANION; imploring to be saved
Oh, hear him call piteously his fathers
namei see him twino his fingers together
as he sllrieks for, his sister-his only. sister,
the twin.sister ofhis soul weeping for him in
HIS far distant native land
Sec she exclaimed, while the bridal
party shrank back, the untasted wine trem-
bling instheir grasp, and tho Judge fell
ovcrpoWered upon his seat see his arms
arc iittedt heaven ) he, prays, o, how
wildly, for mercy Hot fever rushcs
through his veins! The friend beside
him is weeping and awe-stricken the dark
men move silently away, and leave the
dying andsliving together
There was a hush in that princcly par
ty, broken only by what seemed a smoth
cred sob from some manly bosom. The
bride stood yet upright, with tears stealing
to the outward edge Of her cyo lasl,es.
Her exquisite arm had lost tension, and tho
glass, with. its little troubled red waves,
came slowly towards the range Of her vs-
ion. :. She spake again !; every lip was
mute: Her voice was low, faint, yet aw-
fully distinct She still fixed her sorrow
ing glance upon the sparkling wine cup.
It is evening now, cont inucd tho bride.
. Thegreat white moon is centing up, and
leEfbea,ns. lies gently on his forehead. I[e