Written for the Republican
I H E DOC M.


BY ESCHUYLUS.
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The voice ceased; gleam Of light, frs,
faint, but gradually growing more luminous
appeared in the centre Of the stream, which
had become calm and unruffled as lake
on summers eve. The beams were un-
broken by nipples, but they formed ring
of vivid, steady light encircling like wreath
a small body Of water, which it lit up with
wild, strange lustre. In the midst of this
ring, appeared a mist, which spread over
the surface Of the water, obscuring, like a
cloud, the wreath of life, and then it van
ished away in curls Of vapor, revealing a
dim and shadowy figure IN the centre Of the
wreath. By degrees, the figure became.
distinct, until, perfectly defined, it stood
forth, the very counterpart of the lovely
creature who was gazing with SO much in
tense earnestness upon this demons glass.
The figure was within garden, and around
her were playing her merry offspring, two
gay-hearted boys and a lovely girl; the girl
was like her mother, and with more of
thought than was wont to sit upon so
young brow, she leant in pensiveness up
Oh her mothers lap; but the boys were
chasing butterflies with smiles upon their
happy faces, occasionally turning to gaze
upon the pleased countenance oftheir beau
tiful mother.


But the scene is changed to house of
The bodies of the little boys
were borne within the house-th the one black
with the poison of serpent, the other with
the bIoat Of drowning. :
It is an occasion of joy. There is large
assembly within brilliantly illuminedihall,
and the flashing Of Jewels and bright eyes,
tell of mrth and gayety. There is vested
priest, and before him stand two beings, dis
similar in years. The one is an elderly
man, whose appearance betokens wealth.
the other the young girl, now grown to
budding womanhood.


Beautiful, but paler than her bridal drape-
ry, with her large lustrous eye pregnant
with an unborn tear, and fierce throbblng
breast, she stands, and yields her passive
hand to him who stands beside her. But
adown the room, leaning against column
for support, with arms folded on his breast,
with pale cheek and wildly flashing eye,
gazing in mad intensity upon her form, a
young man stands He seems calm, but it
is the calmness Of despair. 1t needs no Sc
cond glance to tell his love, for il is written
On his countenance. The fitting vows are
spoken, and the bride hath raised her head
o receive the connubial kiss; but ere their
ips do meet, with eyes flashing fire, for
ward the young man bounds, and with
sudden energy he hurls the husband down,
hen turns to view the bride. The blood
hath mounted her cheeks; her eyes are
now. For an instant they stand
.azing in wildness on each others face; then
ush into each others arms, and in one long,
PASSIONATE embrace, the lips of the lovers
meet, he relaxes his hold, gazes for an in


ant wildly on her countenance, then rush
IS madly out, and never was seen more.


The bride has sunk like a blasted lily up
IN the floor, and over her is hanging, in
peechless agony, her mothers form. Too
ate she sees her error, in letting gold ov-
rshadowed the love Of the daughters
only chnld--the last threo buds
two Of which had been already so rudely
,lasted) just blooming, but with the ven-
I'm of blighted affection, shedding its poi