The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1872-03-14


Twas evening on the banks of beau
tiful Rock Greek. The silver beams
of Luna, which struggled down
through the branches of trees, revealed
a scene of transcendental beauty. Up
on an ancient stump, which had
braved the tempest of hundred win
ters, sitting in an attitude of graceful
repose, was an angelliforious maiden
just bloomed out into sunny woman
hood. She was radiantly and peer
lessly beautiful. Webster hides his
inglorious head in the dust in the vain
attempt to furnish words descriptive
of her loveliness. Graceful as a duck,
wild as hawk, pensive as setting
hen, with her rich curls of tow col
ored gold streaming over her shoul-
ders to the ground, like some bright
swamp angel she sat, while the moon
beams rested like a halo upon her
elegant head. Sorrow, and the null
len stalks that grew up around her,
cast deep shadows over her unveiled
countenance, and the night, as it
kissed her magnificent cheek, bore to
her olfactories the fragrant breath of
elder blows. Her knitting work lay
idly in her lap. Her eyes which
shamed the lightning bugs, were be-
doozled with diamond tears. She was
listening with apair of sorrowful dis
traction to the passionate pleadings of
noble youth at her feet. Never
moonlight fell on a more gloriously
intellectual countenance than that up
turned to the maiden's enamored gaze.
Never yielded mother earth to finer
form than that which pressed the dan
delion bank at Seraphina's feet. His
features were such as Nebuchadnezzar
or Apollo might have envied. His
dark, piercing eyes were like the wa
ters of his own Rock Greek for depth
and elearness, and were brilliant mir
rors in which the truth ana veracity
of his godlike soul were reflected.
From his brow of vast and ponderons
proportions the sympathizing breeze
swept back long hyacinthe locks,
whose hue in the shade was a deep,
raven blackness, but when the light
fell upon it, it resembled deep mud
dy pool when the sunbeams strike it
aslant.
His hands were clasped in an atti-
tude of despair. He spoke, and his
tones were deep and mournful as the
chant at the funeral of a martyred
bull-frog at Rock Creek Dam.
90, fairy queen of heaven! Pure
dove of the moonshiny sky! TRANS
lucent light of E49 benighted eyes
Cherished and beloved of my hearts
corel How caD'st thou doubt my
| love? Dost thou doubt that the cab
bage loves the genial rain? Dost thou
doubt that the chicken loves the dough
dish Then doubt my love for thee.
Ahl love is but feeble word to ex-
press the passion that consumes my
vitals. Be mine, adorable one, else,
die"
Rudolphus," she marmured, " it
canIfot be. The mandate of my venge-
full father, and the decree of fate must
be obeyed." And her voice was as
melodious as the tinkle of fractured
COW bell far away down the road, and
low and sad as the last moan of dy-
ing pollywog.
Talk not of obedience, thou beau
tiful, but cruel one," he yelled in a
voice of speechless agony. go, can'st
thou sit in thy cold. majesty like a
! frozen sausage, and see mine aching
heart going to smash before thine eyes
for mistaken sense of duty. See,
said he, as the voice died away to a
] sad wall like the howl of broken
backed mastiff, and he dashed from
the mullen leaves near him drop of
pearly dew. 'tSee! night herself
weeps with me and mourns thy cruel
! ty."
The maiden was appalled, at the
sight of his anguish. The crimson
tide that dyed her cheeks like a red
l h@I cf.o l04f
than q cotton pillow case. She arose
! from her seat, dazzling in her resplen-
dant beauty as bright tin milk pan
when the midday beams of the glori-
Gus sun are poured fully upon it, and
captivating in her shadowy grace as a
yellow lily, floating upon the limpid
waters of dry goose pond. She
spoke, and the stars of night stood
s.ill, the wind ceased to moan among
the leares, and the frogs were silent
to listen.
Rudolphus, beloved of my soul,
she said in voice sweeter than New
Orleans molasses, "thou knoWest tha
/ love thee. My heart clings to thee
as the bean to its pole. My ear know
no music save thy voice, and min,
lips no victuals but thy kisses. With
out thee, famish-I die. But thu
picket fence of duty surrounds me. /
is stuck full of cruel spikes and | can
not surmount it. A last embrace N,
heavenly one, and we part forever.
Bid me not depart!' he roared a!
he clasped her to his breast, 81 will
never leave thee. Forty-eleven say
age locomotives have not power {,
tear US from each others arms. tel
thee, mine angel love, the thought o
leaving thee rends my soul-it mad
dens met makes me rip and raw
like frenzied shangbai-it makes M
below like distracted bed bug-i
, makes me feel bad! In my despera
ton could tear up creation by tn
} roots! l would fog the earthquake
1 would eat red-hot pokers! l woul,
+ drink up the ocean and then cast my
self into the black and surging bill
: lows that roll at my feet!"
J Seraphina burst into flood of tear
Their excessive emotion overcan
them and they both swoomed away.
Again it was evening on Roc
Creek-again the cold moon locke
down upon q scene of sorrow an
a woe. In dark, dismal, damp, gloom