Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio) 1856-1865, 1858-03-25
aching heart going to smash before thine
ewes for a mistaken sense of duty I"

acnlng heart gong TO smash before tnln
eyes for mistaken sense of duty 2"
"See," said be, as his voice died away t,
sad wall, like the howl ofAa broken back
ed masliff, and he dashed from the muller
leaves near him drop of pearly dew, "See
Night herself weeps with me, and mourn
thy crueltyI- The maiden was appalled,
at the sight of his anguish. The crimson
tide which dyed her cheek like red holly
hook, cut stick and left it winter than
cotton pillow-case. She arose from he
seat, dazzling in her respondent beauty a.
a bright tin milk pan when the MILDLY
beams of the glorious sun poured full upor
it, and captivating in her shadowy grace as
yellow-lilly floating upon the limpid waters
of a dry goose pond. She spoke, and the
stars Of night stood still, the wind ceased
to moan among the leaves, and the frogs
were silent to listen.
"Rudolphus, beloved of my SOUL" she
said in voice sweeter than the syrup Of
New Orleans, "thou knowest that I love
thee. My heart clings to thee as the bean
TO its pole. Mine ears know no music save
thy voice, and my lips no victuals but thy
kisses; without thee famish-I die. But
the picket fence of duty surrounds me; it
is stuck full of cruel spikes, and cannot
surmount it. A last embrace, my heay-
emily one, and we part foreverr'
"Bid me not depart" be roared, as he
clasped her to bis breast II will neuer
leave thee. Forty-seven savage locomo-
tiyes have not power to tear us from each
others arms. / tell thee, mine angel love,
the thought of leaving thee rends my soul
lit makes me rip and rave like fren,
zied Shanghai makes me below like
a distracted bed-bug-it makes me feel
bad. In my desperation l would tear up
creation by the roots! l would fog the
earthquake! 1 would eat red bet pokers!
would drink up the ocean, and then cast
myself into the black and surging pillows
which roll at my feetw
Seraphina burst into flood of tears
Their excessive emotion overcome them,
aud they both swooned away.
Again it was evening upon Rock Creek
again the cold moon looked down upon a
scene of excrutiating woe. In dark, dis
NAL. damp, gloomy, ghostly castle, built of
the unhewn monarchs of the forest, upon
pile of hay, lay the angelic Seraphina, the
victim of fathers tyranny. Her linsey
woolsey robes were torn and disarranged;
her lovely face soiled and smutty her sill
very curls disheveled; her corban eyes as
red as cranberries, and swelled with weeping
but for all this she looked more beauti-
full than ever. By her side stood aagon
of acidulated buttermilk, and platter of
fiapjacks. "No, no." she family muttered,
pushing the flood away "let them not seek
to prolong my misery by offering me tempt
ing viands. will never eat more-never."
Just then low, doleful sound was borne
to her ear. She started. "Wast it thou,
Rudolphus?' she cried "Ah, no, 1 will
not iatter myself with vain hopes. Twas
but the calf bleating to its mother. And
she sank down exhausted upon the straw
again, to court death.
Again was the sound repeated. She
sprang to her feet, and peeped out through
u uoic III tue iogs. II WIS inuecu LET lover
looking up with wistful eyes 10 her dun
geon window, while many tears streaked
down his cheeks.
30, save me Rudolphus," she screeched."
81 would smash down those massive pine
DOORS" he answered, "with one blow of my
stalwart fist, and snatch thee from thy cruel
captors, but l am afraid thy fathers darn
ed oxen will hook me-" And he sank up
on the ground in the Impotence of his rage
and despair, and hiding his face in the bur-
lock leaves, he howled aloud. "Weep not.
ny Rudolphus," she said; al will come to
.hee." So saying the heroic girl descend
ID to the stable, and while the gnats and
thundered about her fair head,
earring up With her tiny hands an oaken
plank from the floor, she soon emerged in
The cow yard. In an instant the lovers
were clasped in each others arms. The
donkey of Rudolphus stood near, and fold
ing his lovely burden to his breast, the
youth sprang into the saddle, and murmur-
ing in her ear sweet tales of love in for
sign CLINE, they galioped away like a streak
If creased lightning.