The weekly union record. [volume] (Oroville, Calif.) 1864-1866, 1865-11-25

fever rushes through his veins. The
friend beside him is weeping, awe
stricken; the dark men move silently
away, and leave the living and the dying
together" There was a hush in the
prncely parlor, broken only by what
seemed a smothered sob from some
manly bosom. The bride stood yet
upright, with quivering lip, and tears
stealing to the outward of her lashes.
Her beautiful arm had lost its tension,
and the glass, with its little, troubled,
red waves, came slowly towards the
range Of vision. She spoke again;
every lip was mute. Her voice was low,
faint, yet awfully distinct she still fixed
her sorrowful glance upon the wine-cup.
''It IS evening now; the great white
moon IS coming up, and its beams lie
gently on his forehead. He moves not;
his eyes are set in their sockets; dim
are their piercing glances; in vain his
friend whispers the name of father and
sisters-death is there. Death-and
no soft hand, no gentle voice, to bless
and soothe him. His head sinks back.
one conyulsiye shudder! he is dead -
A groan ran through the assembly, so
vivid was her description, so unearthly
her look, so inspiring her manner, that
what she described seemed actually to
have taken place, then and there. They
noticed, also, that the bridegroom hid
his face in his hands and was weeping.
"Deadl' she repeated again, her lips
quiverlng faster, and her voice more and
more broken; land there they scoop
him grave; and there, without a
shroud, they lay him down in that
damp, reeking earth. This only son of
q proud father, the only, the idolized
brother of fond sister. And he sleeps,
to-day, in that distant country, with no
stone to mark the spoc. There he lies
my fathers SONNY own twin broth
erl victim to this deadly poison.
Father" she exclaimed, turning sud-
denly, while the tears rained down her
beautiful checks, ''father, shall l drink
it now -
The form of the old Judge seemed
convulsed with agony. He raised not
his head, but in smothered voice he
faltered, ''No, no, my child-in Gods
name, no."
She lifted the glittering goblet, and,
letting it suddenly fall to the floor, it
was dashed in thousand pieces. Many
fearful eye watched her movement;
and, instantaneously, every wine glass
was transferred to the marble table on
which it had been prepared. Then, as
she looked at the fragments Of crystal,
she turned to the company, saying, ''Let
no friend, hereafter, who loves me, tempt
me to peril my soul for wine. Not
frmer are the everlasting hills than my
resolve, God helping me, never to touch
or taste that terrible poison. And he
to whom l have given my hand-who
watched over my brothers dying form
in that solemn hour, and buried the dear
wanderer there by the river in that land
of gold, will, trust, sustain me in that
resolve-will you not, my husband -
His glistening eyes, his sad, sweet
smile, was her answer. The Judge left
the room, and when, an hour after, he
returned, and, with more subdued
manner, took part in the entertainment
of the bridal guests, no one could fail to
read that he, too, had determined tc
Danish the enemy at once and forever
from his princely home.
Those who were present at that we'd
ding can never forget the impression
thus solemnly made-many from that
hour foreswore the social glass.
FREDERICK THE GREAT AND HIS