Litchfield enquirer., 1861-09-12
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THE E.iUiE BRIDE.
BY GENOA GREY.
From the Home Journal.

from the Home Journal.
 The Alpine roses were in blossom all over tho lower hills of the glittering Glarnisch. Tho chamois We're feeding beside them on the brows of a hundred cliffs.
 In the little valley of the Linth, three thou sand feet above the level of the sea, lived the peasant Gutknecht, a hunter of chamos, with Clrch, his son, and his young daughter Rather Ii.
 Over the deep ravine, or chasm, as it may be more properly termed, dwelt Max Burkli. with his son Hans, who was a lad of mighty stature but whose foot was as sure as that of the noun tain bird. As boy, Hans Burkli had laughed at the avalanches, and caught young eagles for playthings.
 Wilhelmine, tie lark of the home of the Bur!l Ii had lain under the Alpine snows and the Al pine roses for two, long. shadowy summers She was the betrothed of Ulricll. One day she climbed the glowing snow hills in search of the timid gentian that swings itself on rugged cliffs higher than the feet of Wilhelmine ought evel to have ventured That was dangerous day day in which the mild air of spring was soften ing the SHOWS, and loosening the little cliffs alas that was dangerous day. How could the love that was ever so vigilant have been so reck less then?
 Onward and upward climbed the lovers. The | soul of the maiden went up nearer Heaven with every footfall. In one hand she held bunch of wild flowers and wild Alpine geraniums, and one little, pale gentian-one only.
 Come, dearest, let us return, said Ulrich.- | ou are weary; the roses are faded on you pretty cheeks, my bird.'
 See there, Clrich,' said the maiden. 'There is bright blue gentian on the rock above us-it is as blue as the skies beyond, and the little Ka ther must have it for her fower-book. Come let us get it, Ulrch then we will go home'
 The eagle looked down from his eyrie and a shadow passed over the sun in the heavens - The lark of the house of Burkli would sing nc more beside the blossoming of earthly roses.- She held the heaven-blue gentian in one hand the other was clasped in that of her lover. And the eagle looked down from his eyre.
 Alas for the poor Max Burkli, and the pros porous peasant Gutknecht, for the daughter would never more be heard within the home walls of one, and the wing of the angel of sor row was overshadowing the other.
 In the deep valley under the cliff, they found the lovers. A ray of life still flickered in the bosom of Ulrich, but the lamp had gone out from the heart of the maiden.
 They buried her in the cleft of the rock, where nature had hewn sepulchre. The hunter o1 chamois, together with his mountain neighbors -carFerS OI wood and hunters or lDeX-1aSteneu great stone at the entrance to this sweet scent ed cave, whose odor was like that of Eastern species, mingled with the breath of the pine, and o1 hemlock. They laid the dead bird there in her coihn, and the gentian blossomed above her;
 Ulrlch never climbed the wild mountain any more; he was thenceforward unable te move about much but he would sit by the dark dool that shut him out from the face of his beloved through all the long, soft summer hours !; and the voices of winds swept over the sepulchre, OF the breeze tinkled the blue bell of the gentian, the music of the voice of his beloved arose in hi, soul, above the sound of their winging, and abov, the melody of winds, saying, Then we will g, home' She was at home already, he would % to meet her by and by.
 So Ulrich worked on, skillfully carving al curious things in dainty wood and the httl Katherli began to dream her beautiful young dream of love.
 Hans Burkli is a winsome lad, my Katherli quoth peasant Gutknecht; but the lad is craz of marrying thee, thou chicken. Thou art goo' for nothing save for to eat honey and knit tn family stockings. should not have been nor astonished if the boy had asked me for the kit