The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1841-12-04

Si"'C' v! INC HISt, anu Dll9lltS tilC UFigul
promises of the second; and the widow
had not escaped the general doom. She
had resisted To the last; but the old gen.
tleman of the scythe and hour-gIass, find
ing that she was likely to prove hard
customer, and having plenty Of leisure on
his hands, instead of storm commenced
siege; and AT the end Of fifty years Mrs.
Dow had withcrcd down INTO the small
elderly lady Just described. When she
fell in with wilkins she had retired from
.a" nuulat.
IVA. whole room Nea aa air orcomfort
""Gh.E SD from the bowIing If he blast
WITHOUT iiaavE curtains reached the
t,ou.aaa STINT sul the cold air. \ bright
fire burnt checuully in the CRATE, before
which stood an armchair, at present un-
occupied. The mantel-picco was decor
ated with two plated candIcsticks of spi-
raj form. From the top OF each a rose of
green paper pccpcd, coyly cut, and be-
tween them two unknown shells, brought
from distant sea, were rccumbcnt on
bed OF green paper carefully scollopcd out
at the edges. Over these, in very small
gilt frame, hung the profile OF the late Mr..
Dow, cut from a card, with piece of
black silk introduced in the rear, and
showing of to all advantage a PUG rose
and all ample shirt runle. The chairs in
the room were all Of mahogany, and were
Mrs. BOWS own-n truth, the widow
was we'll to do in the world. and it was
this which excited the cupiditv of VIII
kns.
as p. 81. 5a her high backed chair she
glance" .as.. SSH. al IAc clock. lhan look
s5 a.n". .fn room. There was u spec.
o; dus - one OF iii" chairs, SO she 90. no
aud w.pel it off with her hanlkerchia..
"An, me- ~aid She. pausing before a
looking glas' and tenderIy adjusting ii
very small curl which pceped from under
her cap, "Our present state Of existence
Is very prccarious oNe-ycry' And
having uttered this moral apo'hcgn, Mrs.
Dow, with equal tenderness. bestowed a
few attentions ona fierce little riband,
done mp as 4 bow, which was perchcd ON
the hlgh", deviation Of her cap. every
p""cannH*. nH.al. continued She, turned
arsE one r.tauE te. aaa4io Inc glass, then
The other. and ma&..ra desperate effort to
ea"l@ transient glance of the back of her
na", "t5a vag.Jal llcetng show
iti"'- y dream. retr!ous mel how the wind
wHj,iirs'
Having flushed her interesting occupa-
tioa, Mrs. Dow drew "A large char near
the fire, sank gently into it. and fixed her
eyes palhctIca!ly on the profile of the Iatc
Mr. D. "Ahi he was dear good man-
he was' and aIe shook her head mourpfnI
" at the profile. Then she thought how
that respectable gentleman one pleasant
evening had thrown himself into that very
arm chair, and placing a small stool under
each toot.and quietly observing that he in
tended to take long nap, had subsidized
INTO a calm apoPlexy, and was now fin
lshIng his nap III ncighborinc church,
| yard-a neat marble slab, surmountcd bv
two cherubs beautifully carved, with cur
| ~ HAIR, and wings growing out of TIE
! back OF their necks, being carefully plac-
ed over him to keep him quiet.
lie "aEo ME. muI- E., I,oW: so kind
--aad he died so easy, twas SO Ike
h.m--.so goasi!eIqJc2 Never rave trouble
Poo. dcah he always wanted to die on a
sudjenH and always hoped he wouldn't
suffer when he died. Providence was
kind to him, very; he was gratifed in
both wishes. Pm sure he had every rea-
son to be lhankful.n
A very faint cough and a slight shuttle
in the room startled the speaker.
"Who's there" demanded she, little
TREMENDOUSLY, and not altogether without
apprehension that the lac Mr. Dow, en-
Outraged by her reflections, and finding
his quarters i'll the church-yard u little
roId, might have dropped in to warm him,
self at her fire.
ME-" uttered solemn voice, cmana-
| ting from man servant clad in a broad
skrted snuff-colorcd coat and rusty I'M
mentionables.
"Oh! it's you, Aaron, is it''' said the
lady sharply, as the man servant advanced
and paused, with puzzled look, in the
n'ddl" q. she room What brings you
here1 What do Won wau2'
iha man servant uttered the single
""T" ''>H-ar,' af thc -ans trme extending
coward lie relic. of lhc late Mr.. Dow IA
receptacle for that article Of the smallest
credible dimensions.
''Sugar!''
The man nodded.
swell, | never, in all my born daysl-
1T was filled not, let me see Monday, FRI
day, Tuesday, Monday, Friday, not ten
days ago, and more sugar! It's sinful!"
and Mrs Dow raised her eyes to heaven
IN pous wrath. "fIany poor wretches,"
continued she, towblug IN her pocket for
me key, "norar have sugar in their tea.
That n'aa should make taj. cup last for
a'oralgh' at least You hay'ni proper
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