The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1841-10-09

through successfully. The desire for
wealth and fame, also, contributed It's share
oinrtemcnt to perseverance. Still, the
great good was, that he could acknoWl.
edge the end of use to be higher and
better one than the end of riches or honor.
and also that he could remain in the de.
sire to have that end the principal one
lie was thus preparing the way to have
II, IN after life. gradually, eY Ell if it
were very slowly, elevated above all the
oheis.
A few years passed away, and the two
youths became ofagc, and each entered
upon the responsible duties Of life Charles
had his mind well stored with mercantile
knowledge, and the principles of trade;
and Edward was as well furnished for &C
ton in his peculiar calling. Years pass
ed on, and the name o. one was a familiar
sound on Change, and that of the other
as familiar to the public as an eminent
lawyer. But each had been governed in
action, by the end at first proposed as
the true one. Charles Carpenter had
grown more and more selfish and unre-
gardiul Of others, as wealth accumulated
on his hands; and had likewise grown
morose, irritable, and Disconnected. Ed
ward Mayo, on the contrary, as his pow
er and sphere of usefulness enlarged. en-
deavonrcd to bring into quicker activity
the desire to be Of service to others with
which he had, as matter of principle. set
out IN life: and real delight ever flowed
from bringing this desire into action
While the one was known as Il wealthy,
but narroW-minded, selfish man, the other
was esteemed as a lover of mankind.
with the power, as well as the will, to be-
netit society Let us look in upon each
successfully, at the age of fifty, and then
decide which set before him the best end
in life.
We will introduce Mr.. Carpenter at his
own house, mn stormy evening in De
cember Tea is ready, and his wife and
only daughter, young lady Of twenty
with himself, have drawn up to the table.
The meal is nearly half through, and yet
not word has been spoken. He is all
| absorbed in some business matter that
/ perpleXcs him, and the idea of a trininr
loss has soured his mind, and added to
his habitual petuIance.
dts dreadful night out,n Alice, the
daughter says; the oppressive and moody
silence becoming so irksome, that she
prefers to hear the sound of her own
voice, even at the risk OF its being unwc-
come to others.
The father responds to this by look
which says. almost as plain as words
"What's the matter with YOU ha?'
And the mother multers out rcluc-
tant-
"Yes.n
A few minutes more clapsc. with only
the clater OF cups and saucers, when Al
ice again breaks in upon the funeral 81
lence with
II wish you would take us to the the
atrc on Thursday evening, to see Celeste
Pa"
''Iudeed shall not n,''-is the crus-
ty response. SECT your brother to 20
with you,'
but he won't 60. I've asked him al
ready.n
"Then you'll have to stay at home,
for Pan not going"
Il wish you were like Kate NIayo's
father" Alice rejolns-'.He always goes
with her to the concerts, and every
place"
"Well, l'm not like him, Miss, and don't
want to be! He's one of your philantlro-
pists-hum!-pretendng to 90 great
deal for other people, and not doing
anything worth talking about, after
alb
81 believe he's an excellent man, Pa
Every body likes him, and everybody
speaks well Of him; and Pm sure hates
one of the happest creatures in the
world"
Sand you are one of the most misera-
bic, suppose"
Il don't pretend to be very happy
Alice answers modify, and then follows
the same cherries silence.
After the tea things were removed, the |
father sat down to his newspapers, and
between reading these and meditating on
plans for adding to h is large stores Of I'M
enjoyed wealth, spent the remainder OF
the evening. Not the slightest intercourse
did he pretend to hold with his family
The social delights of the domectis circle
had no charms for him. Here, as in the
busy world, he was the selfish centre
from which went out no radiations. Alice
tried to get interested in the pages of
new novel, but in vain. Her heart ycarn-
ed for living companlonship. Ard as she
thought of Kute Mayo, and The bright,
happy fireside circle of which she made
one, she closed the book with a sigh, and
retired to her chamber, hoping to find
relief d'quite in the sweet oblivion Of