Romantic.

A party of young people in the neighborhood of Cassville, while on their way to attend a social party at Mr. Rheese Lowry’s, who lives a little distance below the above named village, on Thursday night last, concluded to have a little additional pleasure before entering upon the “flow of soul and feast of fat things” provided at Mr. Lowry’s.—There were in the party, two young hearts that had been, for days, beating responsive sentiments and pining to be one.  The moon shone out with resplendent beauty, and the little stars twinkled with great brilliancy in the heavens, inspiring the loving twain with the ?? of ‘life’s young dream,’ of happier hours to come, under the inspiration of the hour, intensified by the attending circumstance, they almost instinctively, when they reached the village parson’s residence, called a halt at his front door.  One of the gallants alighted from his buggy, ascended the steps of the parson’s residence and rapped at the door.  Parson Robert Headden made his appearance in answer to the call.  A word was whispered into his ear, and he again retired to his room.  A deathless stillness pervaded the precincts of the quiet village of Cassville for a few moments, when the monotony was broken by the reappearance of the parson at the door with his hat resting on his head and bearing a burning taper in his hand, he wended his way to the village Baptist church, which stood in a beautiful grove a little way off, followed by the party.  On reaching the sacred spot, the party alighted from their vehicles, entered the church and followed the parson up the aisles to the sacred desk, and there, in the stilly hours of night, before God and in the presence of the party as witnesses, Mr. JOHN BOGLE and Miss ELLA WILLIAMS plighted their love each to other, and were pronounced husband and wife, by the officiating clergyman.  After congratulations, the parson returned to his residence, and the bridal cortege proceeded on to the party, where they fed and feasted, amidst congratulations and commingled joys, while Cupid’s arrows, barbed with loves resistless steel, flew thick and fast, wounding and lacerating many hearts, and sent many a captive victim, doubtless, on his or her way sorrowing, while the happy twain, enveloped in the robes of conjugal felicity, went on their way rejoicing.

Oh love!  Thou are an angel of mercy, or a messenger of despair.