The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1866-06-22
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The Bridal Wine Cup-A True
Scene.

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"Hledge with wine-pledge with wine"
-cred tile young and thoughtless Harvey
Wood. "Pledge with wine ran through
the brilliant crowd.
The beautiful bride grew pale--the decis
ivo hour had come. She pressed her white
hands together. and leaves of her bridal
wreath came quicker, aud her heart beat
wilder.
Yes Marion, lay aside your scruples
for once" said the Judge, in low tone,
going toward his daughter, 'the company
expect it. Do not so seriously infringe on
the rules of etiquette; in your own house
act as you please, but in mine, for this once
please me-"
Every eye was turned toward the bridal
pair. Marions principles were well known.
Harvey had been a convivialst, but of late
his friends noticed the change in his man
ners, the difference in his habits but to-
night they watched him to see, as they
sneeringly said if he were tied down to
womans opinion so soon.
Pouring brimm ng bealer, they held it
with tempting smiles towards Marion She
was very pale, though more composed, and
her hand shook not, as smiling back, she
gratefully accepted the crystal bumper and
raised it to her lips. But scarcely had she
done so, when every hand was arrested by
her piercing exclamation Of" Oh how terri.
BILE !"
What is it ?" cried one and ALL throng-
! ing together, tor she had slowly carried the
glass at arms length, and was iixedly re-
garding it as though it were some hideous
object.
AWAIT" she answered, while an inspired
light shone from her eyes, wait, and l
will tell you. l see, she added slowly,
pointing one jewelled finger at the spark
ling ruby liquid, a sight that beggars all
description; aud yet listen will paint it
for you if can. 1t is lonely spot; tall
mountains, crowned with verdure, rise in
awful sublimity around; river runs
through it and bright flowers grow to the
waters edge. There is a thick warm mist
that the sun seeks vainly to pierce trees
lofty and beautiful wave to tho airy motion
of the birds; but there group of Indians
gather; they fit to and fro with something
like sorrow upon their dark brows; and in
their midst lies a manly form, but his
cheek how deathly, his eyes wild with the
ftful fire of fever. One friend stands be-
side him, nay, should say kneels; for he is
piliowing that poor man on his breast.
Genius in ruins. Oh the high, holy
looking brow! Why should death mark
it. and he so young? Look how he throws
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hear his thrilling shrieks for life mark
how he clutches all the forms of his com.
panions, imploriag to be saved Oh p! hear
him call piteously his fathers name! See him
twine his fingers together as he shrieks
FLOR his sister-his only sister-the twin OF
his soul, weeping for him in his native
Land. j
"See!" she exclaimed, while the bridal
party shrank back, the antasted wine trem
bling in her faltering grasp, while the
T Judge fell overpowered, "his arms are lifted
to heaven he prays now, wildly. for mercy
hot fever rushes through his veins. The
I friend beside him is weeping awestricken
} the dark men move silently away, and leave
! the living and dying together"
+ There was hush in atprincely parlor
y broken by only what seemed to be smoth
, cred sob from some manly bosom. The
: bride stood yet upright. with quiyering
4 lips, and tears stealing TO the outward edge
4 OF her lashes. Her beautiful arm had los
i its tension, and the glass, with its lit;l,
{ troubled red waves, came slowly towards
}. the range of her vision. She spoke again
l. every lip was mute. The voice was
low, faint, yet awfully distinct; she still
fixed her sorrowful glance on the wine cup