The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1842-03-05
NO. 81.

i'uii Sdlu he, we were OVeTtdhen OH tlle
high sea by a violent storm, which bafIled
our good Captains skill aud experience.
Fearful were The sweeps Of its dark wings,
as il shreked along the deep. toward orr
Irighted ship, which stood as ifspell bound
by terror, in the track of the fierce foe.
1t came, and terrible was lis strife with
the lone ship, which, groaning and strain
ing in every joint, seemed ready TO seek
refuge from the wind in the bosom of The
waters. The storm swept past, but ftful
gusts still tossed the rocking pillows.
Then came the startling intelligence tina.
the ship was shattered past salvation, and
| saw the will drawn line show, at every
sounding, an incr, ase Of the sullen waters
that pressed her heavily dOwnwards. One
might hav- fancied that felt no terror
then. for did not shrek or lament, though
| felt that certain death awaited me.
While there remained a shadow of hope, |
tolled Justify in assisting tc Tighten the
labouring i.ull; and when despair came
darkly down upon the waters. felt the
shadow of her wings in silent agony. To
those WAC have never looked down hope
lessl y INTO the grave to which they were
doomed to descend alive, and perish in
unknown pangs. it were vain to attempt
description of The horrors of such ST lua-
ton. When the pulse of The soul pauses
with the overwhelming revulsion of the
bright and joyous hopes which few
hours previous beck oned him toward home
with It's blessed rosary Of priceless geins.
Think you that lh'n felt any tender
yearnlngs for those precious treasures, so
dear 10 my soul. Fo give me when ! as
sure you that in that hour felt all hui
man happiness, all human love, to be utter
vanity. What was its value 10 me, the ?
What were all its hopes and fears, and
joys, When death stood visibly at nv
side? oh then | felt the nolhiugness of
all lie's treasures, The momenlous import
Of the dread VOID eternity.
Several of the miserable passengers and
crew left the shattered vessel in the boats,
and on buoyant articles, although the cap
tain exhorled us 10 cling to The wreck,
assuring US that un'es we were rescued
by some passing ship, we must all newt.
ably persisted. ] stood, hour after hour,
on the forcaslle. looking down into the
deep sea, or slraining my vision across the
rolling deep, watching every point of the
dim horizon, if haply speck might oring
hope To my alnting heart. Then turning
to scan the condition of the mastless aud
wel'ering hull. The setting sun looked
hinge lngy upon US, anu we watched " it'll
agony, The bread bright disk as it sunk in
the cold waters, throwing its streaming
glory like emerald dladems, and plumes
ol gold, and rubles, upon the sobbing
waves. Night came forth from her silent
hail Of shadows, and her presence vas
like death To those who looked never TO
see the beams Of morning glitter or her
departing uesees and coronel OF jet. But
she wrapped the winds in her mantle,
and her sill footsteps Gained the dreamy
ocean, and re found that our poor ship
maintained her position, lying like a { cad
weight upan the cold bosom of the deep.
The first lean of morning drew lervent
and raplulous thanksgiving from my
humbled soul, for ii came like a messen-
ger of hope from heaven. And soon
came deliverance II sail 10 sctnd,curd!
cried one. Owhal blessed sounds OF re-
prieve to the dying. They we're repeat
Ell by every tongue, and echoed by every
heart. W. were saved! Blessed be His
name, who has restored US to home and
friends; and gwen me to meet you all in
life and health.
Il few weeks from this Joy
iu day, Ava Edgeworlh became the bride
mistress OF one of The most elegant man
sions i'll the city. And nobly did she
grace her station with her eel humility
of department, and high and just sense Of
female propriely.
"Well, my sweet co., said George
Mrndon to Mrs. Geraldine Edgeworth,
who was on a visit at his house during
the second year OF his married life, 'Nha
think you now of transpIanled flowers
Is not my sweet rose as fair and fragrant
here as 1t was in its own dewy garden2
Or have you lost either Joy or bloom;
since you were removed from The arlifi-
cial atmosphere of fashion to the beauti-
full bowers nature. PIl TIL you what
think, any sound-hearted plant will bear
transporting. and thrive in strange soil,
if the root be not injured and The garden
er be tender-handed. Serlousl y, the barr.
ers that fashion has established between
her volalies and those on whom she
teaches Them to look down, are merely
arbitrary vanllies, consisting III few forms
of speech, and movements of person; the
former of which may be acquredina day.
s the latter more frequently seen in perlec-
ton amongst those who think not ofIhem."
"Now, George cried Geraldine gaily,
s'you are hardly generous, 10 remind me
of I"llles of which you know rcpenlsd
long ago. But had heard and read so
much about, unequal matches, and the
barriers of society, that verify thought