Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1894-11-07
For the SPECTATOR
The Legend of Staunton.

The simple beauty of this ancient little
Legend is worthy of notice in its general truth
of portraiture and outline of character in
reader as something in reality.
The wondrous love of this maiden touches
the heart with pity. 1t shows to what extent
Cup1d's dart will rend the heart. Also il
shows the fickleness of the guardian of wo
| mans heart-the one creature to whom God
intrusted the love of woman.
The Legend runs in NEUROLOGICAL outline
1t seemingly brings its characters to one OF
the present day. Seemingly 1t takes the char
acter of Ancient Literature, but in reality is
of the present age.
The moonlight serenade,-the stolen inter
view where the lovers give rent to all the in
toxication of passion in burning language OF
love.
But as the maiden drew back from the
arms of her lover, she should have said
"Ethelbert Oh, Ethelbert !'
Lips that touch wine can never touch
mine"
Not the waters of the Jake closed over the
maiden, but the true light of divine love
shone round her to warn her of this per-
fidious wretch
This knightly prince is indeed as handsome
as an Apollo, but for his daring countenance
from which can be read the very depths of
his-a soul soul in which there is no linger-
ing hope of Heaven.
The Ethelbert of the present Legend gained
not the love of Addie nor did he, like the
Arabs, fold his tent, but, instead he drank of
the sparkling bowl and silently staggered
away.
Then came the one strain of heavenly
melody, but one only as these beautiful be-
ings with instruments in their hands were
unable to produce the Finale. The row of
seats one above the other seeming to reach to
the sky was imaginary, as they could never
hope to reach so high for on them was seated
Blackfords Band.
Then indeed were all surprised who wit
messed the following scene.
Not before the Altar stood Addie and Ethel.
bert, nor the venerable old man.
Instead stood Ethelbert all alone,
Before the Superintendent Throne,
All indeed was silent as the Tomb,
But Tor moment only.
The silence was broken in words of sting
| ing reproof to the culprit who silently stood
aloof; his horn suspended in the air, as if to
say, Have pity, am in hopeless despair,
but the mighty voice sent forth the Roya
Decree
That if he was to toot that horn
He must never more Intoxicated be,
And if he that order will obey,
He need not chant the Darkey'S dream
forever and a day.
But the love of Addie he can retain
And she will proudly bear his name.
The venerable old man can then in reality
pronounce a benediction on this lover ant
maiden so true and she will not draw bacl
from the altar of love with fear.
The soul of Tom Moore lives again
And his dismal swamp legends we hear
And my soul could his souls image retail
| But its smell of old BUNS lager-beel
He has music's sweet melody hear abov
| proof
| In that his affections fear
| That only, would keep me aloof
From making but one of a pair.
| Mine is the small end of the horn,
While his is exceedingly large,
But I'd rather be a maiden forlorn
| ~ Than wed with young liquor barge,
But hOpe-well lass he will find
Some feminine Bacchus old soul
Then both will be OF kind
| And can drink from the same sparkling
bowl
We have for our north border five lakes
| To image our satilete stars
| And Oh ! what border light breaks
When shed by our Venus and Mars"
But if on that border you stood
And had all the world at command,
Still / would never marry you,
4 For you belong to BlackfOrdS Band.
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