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r at Office, Tunkhannock, Pa.
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For The Democrat
THE SPIRIT BRIDE.
BY STELLA OF LACKAWANSA.
She steals to me in midnight dreams, *
And clasps my warm hand in her own ;
She roams with me the moaofeain streams,
With tender sadness in her tone :
No lips our ritual ever said,
And yet—we two are spirit-wed.
I met her in the long-ago,
When both were young, and she was fair ;
Above her cheek of youthful glow.
Lay wavy bauds of soft, brown hair
And in the hazel of her eye
A witching light that made me sigh.
I met her in the long-ago—
She trod the woodland paths with me,
And. where the ripples gurgled low,
1 watched the foam with Alice Lee,
While snatches of low-murmured song,
Swept the wild-bounding wares along.
But years sped on, as swift years will.
And storm-clouds flecked our roseate sky;
We stood no more by rippling rill
To watch the sparkling foam toss by ;
And Oh. the blight that fell on me
And the sweet maiden, Alice Leo!
They tore our clasping hands apart
And bade our red lips press no more :
Alas, for aching, breaking heart,
When its first passion-dream is o'er !
Alas, that life's best happiness
Should meet decree as stern as this !
No more the raioltow of her smile
Arched the sad heavens that bent above;
No sunshine could a fate beguile
That shut us from the world of love ;
And all grew midnight dark to me,
Aud my lost darling, Aliee Lee.
'Twas many and many a year ago,
I met her last—my spirit-bride,
But often now, in dream-wordg, low,
We talk together, side by side ;
And oft, with spirit-gaze, it seems
We watch the foam on woodland streams.
And when the stars steal forth at night,
ller music-voice is in my oar;
Her eyes look down, in their soft light,
And I am fancying she is hore ;
And life is bright again to me,
And the sweet maiden, Alice Lee.
THE LATEST PARODY.
THE PRINTER'S CONSOLATION
Tell me, ye winged winds
That around my pathway play, *
Is there a place on earth
Where Printer's get their pay ?
The whispering breeze went by
tfith accents filled with woe,
A voice bom.-> on sorrowing air,
In sadness answered " No."
Tell mc, ye flowing streams,
That smoolhly glide along,
Is there one cherished place,
Where Printer's meet no wrong 1
The gentle brook replied,
In murmurs soft and low,
And winding on its verdant way,
It meekly answered " No."
Toll me. ye murky clouds,
* Now rising iu the west,
I? there upon tljo glohe
One spot by Printers blest t
The hashing cloud outspoke
With an indignant glow,
A voieo that filled the earth with woe,
In thunder answered " No."
Tell me, hard-hearted man,
ithhoidiog day by day,
Is there no honor in thy breast,
The Printer's bill to pay I
Unanswering turns he round.
And plain bis actions show. ,
An ottered oath-capt sound is heard,
Ilis actions answer " No."
Tell me, thou gentle nyuiph,
Who blessed life's hours through.
Is there one sacreJ shrine
Where Printer's get their due ?
A mantling blush her cheek diffused,
Did tenfold grace impart,
A soft, responsive sigh replied,
" 'Tis found in woman's heart."
ABSURDITIES OF HUMAN LIFE. —To salute
your most intimate friend when he is walk
ing wifh any great man.
To pronounce those the most pious who
never absent themselves from Church.
To praise a woman's complexion before
you have washed her face, or her figure be
fore you have taken off her gown-
To think for vourself, and declare your
opinions in every society you frequent.
To tell a confirmed beauty that she looks
much better than she did last season.
To praise a daughter just come out, in the
presence of her handsome mother of five and
thirty.
To occupy the attention of a largo compa
ny by the recital of an occurance interesting
to yourself alone.
To expect that your friends will remember
you after you have thought proper to forget
them.
To call for bed chamber candles at twelve
o'clock, and to remark to your friend on a
visit that you forgot to ask him if he ever
took supper.
Not to wear a coat when your joints are
aching with rheumatism, least you should
be thought delicate.
Jpy Always fight till you die—after
doing it five or six times it is just as easy as
anything else.
••TO SPEAK HIS THOUGHTS IS EVERY FREEMAN'S RIGHT. "—Thomas Jefferson.
TUNKHANNOCK, PA., WEDNESDAY, NOV. 4, 1863.
Jsklect
THE ANGEL AT THE DETOT;
OR, WHAT CANE OF A KISS.
The great depot was crowded. The
regiment was about to leave for the seat of
war, and it was known that the brave fellows
were going where fighting was sure to come.
The cars bad backed into the building, and
the engine was shreking impatiently. The
regiment had filed into >he depot, and as the
soldiers rested a few moments upon their
arms, fund friends gathered arouDd, and the
words of parting were spoken. There were
tears and sobs, and blessings; there was
wringing of hands and wringing of hearts !
Wives were parting with husbands; moth
ers were parting with their sons ; sisters
were bidding good-bye to brothers ; and fa
thers were speaking the last words of cau
tion and care. It was a season of painful
anxiety ; for the departing ones were going
with their lives in their hands, and the offer
ing on the battle alter might speedily be
made.
Corporal Walter Evermond leaned upon
his rifle, and gazed upon the scene. No one
came to kiss him—none to bid him farewell.
Not over one-and-twenty was Corporal Ev
crmond. He had a fresh, handsome face,
and bright, pure eyes; and his frame was one
of those marvels wherein a magnificent phys
ical structure is developed with a small body.
" I declare," said the Corporal, wiping a
bit of moisture from his eye, " I am glad that
1 have nobody here to weep and 6ob for me.
" Yet," he added, with a longing look, "it
would be pleasant to bear away one parting
kiss ? But I shan't get it."
" I'll kiss you if you'll let me."
Walter Evernumd felt a hand upon his
arm ; and (he prettiest, sweetest face he had
ever seen beamed upon him with a stnilc.
" I'll kiss you, sir !" And the girl placed
both hands upon his blooming cheek.
"Thank you 1 Bless you !"'
"Fall in! Fall in!"
The Corporal pressed the hand of the beau
ulul girl, gave one more look into her dream
ing eyes, and then fell into line ; and ere
long the cars rolled out from the depot bear
ing the volunteers toward the field where
patriot duty called them.
In a little while the train was out of sight
around the curve, and the throng of friends
gradually dispersed.
" Nellie. I'm astonished at you !"
" Astonished at me ?" repealed Neliie
Preston, looking into the face of John Gains
ford, who was walking by her side.
" Yes. Ilow could you do such a thing ?"
" Such a thing, as what ?"
"As kiss that fellow >n the depot. Good
ness gracious! What were you thinking
of?"
•' I was thinking," replied Nellie, Tith a
perceptible flush of feeling, " that he might
be a poor, motherless, sisterless boy, who
had no one in the world to love him."
"And so you thought you'd love hun, eh ?"
" I love all those brave, noble men who
have gone out to offer up their lives lor their
country's welfare !" said the girl with deep
emotion.
" 1 never knew how well I loved my own
brother till I saw hint go away to day. I
hope God will keep him. and return him to
us in safety."
" Did you notice," said Mr. Gainsford, af
ter a pause, " that your foolish behavior
caused considerable remark ?"
" I'd rather you wouldn't say anything
more about that, Mr Gainslord."
" You are ashamed of it, eh ?"
" I am ashamed cf you, sir ! You need
not help me. I can get into my carriage
alone."
Two days after this, Judge Preton came
home looking very thoughtful. After tea he
called Nellie to him, and asked her if she
had made up her mind to be the wife of
Gainsford.
" I have made up my mind that I will not
be hie wife !" was the prompt reply.
"I have no wish to urge you, my child ."
11 1 do not love him, father; and I should
prefer to have no more intimacy with him.
I never liked him. He is unkind to his poor
sister, and he might be unkind to me."
" You are right, my daughter ; and lam
now free to confess that I am pleased with
your decision. Almost the last thing your
brother said to me before he left, with his
company was, that he hoped you would not
make John Gainsford his brother-in law.—
He knows Gainsford well, and has no re
spect for him."
The Judge kissed his child, and the matte r
was settled. Gainsford was the son of one
of his oldest friends, and thus the intimacy
commenced; and he had been willing, tor
his daughter's sake, to try the young man,
but he felt a sense of relief now that the tri
al was over.
George Preston, the Judge's only son, had
gone as Captain of a company ; and the fami
ly watched anxiously for the news thu was
to bear them intelligence of the movements
of the regiment,. By-and-by intelligence
eatne. The regiment was at Poolestille.—
The regiment was at Ball's Bluff! The reg
iment had been under fire the whole of that
ttrriblo day; and a fearful havoc had been
made in its ranks. Where was George?—
O, holr anxious was Nellie Preston now !
More than over before did she know that she
loved her brother.
" Ha! Good news ! George is safe." The
Judge came home with an eTening paper,
and handed it to Nellie, pointing with his
finger to the paragraph she was to read
She read as follows :
" Capt. Preston, after being exposed to a
merciless fire for four consecutive hours,
was one of the last to swim the river. He
had made his way down the Bluff, and was
assisting some of his wounded comrades,
when the enemy came pouring down up >n
him. He was surrounded, and would have
been slain, but for the heroic bravery and
devotion of a Sergeant of his cympany. The
Sergerfht, whose name was Walter Evermond
seeing the Captain in danger, sprang to his
side, and with his revolver, shot down three
men who were pressing upon him. When
they gained the water, Capt. Preston had
received a wound in the shoulder, which
rendered it impossible for him to swim ; but
Evermond did not forsake him. The noble
fellow clung to his Captain like a brother,
and succeeded in getting him safely over the
the river. We are happy to state that Cap
tain Preston's wound is not dangerous."
" Oh ! Heaven bless that noble Sergeant !"
ejaculated Nellie, as she finished reading the
account. And her father joined her with
his whole soul.
Later in the evening a curious thought
worked its way into Nellie Preston's mind.
She wished the man who had saved her
brother's life so bravely had been only a cor
poral! And thou she wondered where that
fair-faced, brght-eyed soldier was whom she
kissed at the depot. It would be a satisfac
tion to know how he fared. She hoped he
was safe.
Era long a lelter came from George in
which he gave a thrilling account of the bat
tle. He spoke of Sergeant Walter Ever
mond as he would have spoken of a brother.
'* He saved my life at the risk of his own,"
he wrote, " and but for him you would have
no son living to write this ; and Nellie
would have no brother." There was a post
script in the letter as follows :
" P. S.—Walter Evermond has just re
ceived the commission of a Second Lieuten
ant."
The winter wore away, and George, in his
letters to his sister; frequently spoke of Wal
ter Evermonrl as a very dear friend. At
length came a letter with the following pas
sage:
" My dear father and sister, give me joy.
I am a Major, and tny commission dates
from the day of Ball's Bluff. My dear friend
Evermond is Captain of my old company ;
and a better soldier does not live, and I
know there cannot be a truer friend.
Once more the Judge and his daughter
were anxious. The Regiment was before
Yorktown* Then came the bloody field of
Williamsburg; but George was not callrd
into that battle. At length, however, came
tid'ngs of another bloody fray, in which our
regiment was engaged — FAIR OAKS! The
list of killed and wounded lagged ; but a let
ter from George was received. lie was alive
but badly wounded.
" Our Colonel was stricken down," be
wrote, "early in the engagement. I had
been acting as Lieutenant Colonel for some
tune, and ihe Command devolved upon me.
I was following the lead of the gallant How
ard, when a bullet passed through my thigh.
Capt. Evermond was on the right of the regi
ment ; and I had just time to pass the com
mand over to him when the final charge
came. I was faint and dizzy ; but I saw
him dash at the head of our noble regiment,
and the shout of victory struck ray ear as 1
was borne from the field. Late at night Capt.
Evermond was borne into our quarters
wounded severely by a saber cut on the
shoulder. He had a hand-to-hand conflict
with the enemy over a
it, and held it."
Three weeks afterward another letter
came.
" Dear Nellie, lam coming home. I have
a furlough for forty days. Capt. Evermond
is coming with me. Our wounds are doing
well."
The tiain arrived at three o'clock in the
afternoon. Major Preston came from the
car upon crutches, and his father was there
to receive him. Nellie had not come down.
Big, proud tears poured down the old man's
face as he heard the glad shouts that weU
comed bis noble boy ; and for a time his son
was monopoli zed by the multitude.
" Where is your friend Evermond?" asked
the Judge as they moved toward the car
riage.
"O, he will be with us this evening. He
had to stop and see a friend on the way, and
will come on the next train. I told him our
carriage should be on hand for him.''
A joyful moment was it for Nellie Preston
when she threw her aroi6 around the neck of
her returned brother. O, she knew how
much—how very much she loved him. What
numberless questions were asked, and how
eagerly were the answers listened to. By
and-bv Nellie asked after Captain Evermond,
" O," she cried, ( I hope he is not old and
ugly, for I want to lore him."
" Not very old," said George, with a smile, j
" and not very ugly. But there is a curious j
circumstance connected with his experience
as a soldier, which is worth relating. He
told the siory to ine with tears in his eyes.
After the affair at Ball's Bluff we were like
brothers. Evermond is an orphan ; without
father or mother, brother or sister. He has
a splendid education, which he owes to an old
aunt, who intended him for a minister; hut
his disposition did not lead that way, and he
started to study law. His aunt withdrew
her favor and he was left to struggle alone.—
He was in danger of becoming dissipated
when the thought struck him that he would
enlist. He enlisted as a ptivate in the com
pany of which 1 was Captain. While we
were waiting at the depot on the morning
when we left for the 6eat of war, Evermond
stood alone gazing on the scenes of weeping
and blessing ; and as the thought passed his
mind that he was relieved from the pain of
parting with friends he felt thankful and ex
pressed himself to that effect. Yet ho said
he felt it would be a blessing to bear away
one friendly kiss that he could remember as
coining from a sister. He said this aloud, and
in a moment a young girl—he says the most
beautiful girl he ever saw—put her hands up
on his 6hTjulders and kissed him upon the
cheek. He says he had just time to bless
the angel, when the order came to fall in, I
think the girl that gave Walter Evermond
that kiss did a glorious deed. He assures me
that it made him all he is. He says that the
memory of that sweet faee has led him to
high and noble resolves; and that he had
sworn within him-elf that he would never do
a deed that would cause that girl to blush
that she had kissed him even were she the
daughter of a king."
" You said he was a private then ?" re
marked Nellie.
" No, —he was corporal then. He was
made a corporal 6oon after he enlisted, and
before he had been in camp a week in Mary
land. he was made a sergeant. But what is
the matter?— Mercy !—you look pale !"
"O !" whispered Nellie, h ; her face
with her hands, " what dreaiLui t. iugs !"
" My,—l thought this ft >ry of Evermond
would attract your thoughts from the darker
themes."
"So it doe 9 in a measure, George ; but I
cannot help my feelings."
George Preston, never mistrusting, never
dreaming lhat his sweet sister had ever seen
Walter Evertnond, drew his arm around her
and gave her a brother's kiss.
At eiget o'clock in the evening the coach
was sent to the depot, a id at half past eight
it returned. Nellie left the parlor and sped
away to her own bedroom. Her heart was
in a fluiter, and her face was burnin"
It might hi- possible that she had never seen
Capt. Evertnond ; but she did think it proba
ll£. How should she meet hiui? Twice
had she atieuipted to tell her brother
of her own adv.m'ure at the depot upon that
memorable morning; but she could not.
Major Preston, upon his crutches, went to
the door and welcomed Capt Evertnond, who
'carried his right arm in a sling. The .ld
Judge welcomed the hero as another son ;
and he was surprised when he found that the
Capt. was a fair-laced handsome youth just
upon the opening stage of manh->od.
Jiut where was Nellie ? The bell wa ß rung
and a servant was sent in quest of her. At
last si e came, trembling at every joint; but
her father and brother did not notice it.
" Nellie, my sister," cried George, "here is
our dear friend Walter Evermond."
The Captain advanced with a quick step,
and half extended his hand, when he stopped
as though he had been shot.
" Good angels !" he gasped. " what is this.
' This, your sister ?'
With a mighty effort Nellie 3miled, and
put forth her hands.
"Alas!" exclaimed George, lifting liis
crutches from the floor, and stamping them
down with wonderful energy, " I think I see
it now !—Say, Walter tell ine—tell me—tell
me—is this your angel ?"
" Ten thousand blessings on her head !"
murmured the brave youth while the tears
started down his cheek. " I did not dream
of tbiß."
Then he dashed the tears away and extend
ed his hand.
" Lady," he said, " you will excuse my left
hama, I know."
" Goodness mercy on me ! exclaime l the
old man, who begun to see through it. "Is
this the soldier you kissed in the depot, Nel
lie V,
Again th e poor girl came very near losing
herself, but she made one more struggle, and
was successful.
"Yes, sir," she said, " Capt-Evermond
and I have met once before."
It was a curious position for both the Cap
tain and the maiden.
" Hold on shouted the Major, with another
thump of his crutches, "I have it. I know
how awkward it is; and if I had mistrusted
so much as by a thought, that my own sweet
sister was the identical angel of ♦ fcpot, I
should have prepared away for . oting.
But see how nicely I'll fix it; you, Nellie are
my sister by right of birth ; and you Walter,
are my brother by every tie of love and grati
tude. So you two are brother and sister.'
" Capitalexclaimed the Judge,
ITEFtMB: SI.OO PER AJMJMUJMg
And now for the enjoyment. Come. Wei
ter, lead your sister to a seat, and we'll talk
of the times that hare tried oar souls."
Ah ! the present was the time that triad
Nellie's soul, but it was a happy bliss/of
trial.
Late at night they prepared" to fetire. the
two soldiers were lelt alone after the rest had
gone to bed, for they had been used' to help
ing each other. The Major cared for the
Captain's shoulder, and the Captain took
care of the Major's thigh.
We are at home, my dear Walter." said
George Preston, after they had dressed fr
other's wound, "and we will' hate a happy
time of it."
" I shall not be able to stop with youdong,"
returned Walter.
" Mercy ! what is ap now ? Where elae
will you go ?"
" I don't know. I must not stop here."
" And why not, pray ?"
" Because T dare not."
"O, ho!" cried George, who knew hif
friend well enough, and knew human nature
well enough to read the ordinary signs of
feeling— " I think I understand you now*
But we'll say no more about it to-night. On
the morrow I'll help to find a good boarding,
house."
And so they went to bed.
On the following morning, after breakfast
had been disposed of, George took his sister
away into the library and had a long talk
with her.
She wept and 6miled by turns, daring thn
conversation.
When he came out from the library be met
his lather in the hall: and he had a talk with
him.
Half an hour afterward he met the Captain
in the parlor.
"Walter Evermond," he said, " I hare
f >und a good comfortable boarding place for
you."
" Ah, have you ? Thank you, George."
" Yes. sit down, and I'll tell you all about
it. Now listen," continued the Major, after
they were seated— " I have assumed some
what of a responsibility in this matter. I
have even gone so far as to pledge my own
honor that you will so bear yourself that the
house can never be ashamed of you. In sh°Orf>
I have given my word that you are an honor
able, true man, incapable of premeditating
wronp, and fixed in the path of virtue."
"Thank you, George,"
" And now my dear Captain, your place of
abode is fixed in this house. My sister is ther
hostess, and my father is the host."
" But—George—"
" Nonsense ! Do you think lam blind ?
At any rate, I can see plain enough what ailr
your heart ; and all I have to sav is, if you
have any further arrangements to make, make
'hem with Nellie."
" But—Georce—will Nellie "
"D- n't ask me what she will do Ask hef
yourself."
" But your father "
" Already looks upon you as a son. What
more have you to ask ?"
" I don t know. Tndeed, this is more than
I expected. lam dreaming."
"Then I advise von to wake op."
When Walter Evermond did fairly awaken,
he woke to a blesed hope. Before night he
had resolved to s'ay, and before the week
was nut he had made arrangements with Nel
lie Preston to live with her always.
And all this came out of tho simple kiss at
the depot.
RIVER OF DEATH —We have three cli
mates in this region of country. First is the
plains, where in the Summer the heat is un
remitting and intense. For five tedious
months scarce a breath of wind stirs the
sweltering atmosphere, while the sun cotnreg
up like a ball of red hot iron glares fiercely
from its rising till its going down. The wa
ter only to be found at long intervals is lit
tle better than poison, being so saline and
acrid that it causes serious injury to the sys
tem, increasing rather ihan allaying the
thirst, while in many places swarms of nox
ious tlies torment the traveler by day, and
myriads of musquitoes by night In travel
ing along the Lower Humbolt all these evil#
are found to exist in an agravated form. A
more uninviting country, or more execrable
stream certainly does not exist on the faee
of the earth. Some one appalled by its ter
rors has aptly called it the River of Death)
better still, in view of its infernal character
istics, had they named it Phlegothon, the
river of Hell. Dark, sullen and turbid, its
bitter waters crawl rather than flow through
its winding guttered channel, like the filthy
outpourings of some great sewer. tJniike
all other waters its baleful moisture, in
stead of invigorating and refreshing, seems
to blight everything upon which it foils.—
The broken vehichels and the dry bones
scattered all along its banks attest that, not
without reason, it has received the fearful
baptism of tho River of Death.
There are three kinds of silence—the
silence of peace and joy, the silence of snb
mission and resignation, and the silence of
desolation and despair. Lovely art they
whose delight is in the first; miserable are
they who are driven to the second j and
wretched and miserable are those who art
I driven to the last.
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