The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1842-04-30

spirit What sunshine is To the tlower-lu-
ring the fragrance from its bosom, aud
bringing out all the energies Of lis young
nature, or as The hand of beauty to the
slumbering lutte. passing over the silent
chords, till sit doth discourse most elo-
quenl music"
had young friend, just rising into
manhood-fery aud unsettled as The
warrior steed in battle, his career was I'm
guided by prudence or thought. A never
failing flow of spirits made him always
agreeahle-he vas full! OF sense and no
lie. lie could bring tear INTO your eye,
before the smile had left your lip-he was
all hope and happiness.
Suddenl y he stood before me an altered
being his eye had grown melancholy &
full Of mediation. Its moisture was Of
ten succeeded by fash; and It's fire again
extinguished in the trembling tear. He
stunned the rude clamor of the busting
world, and would steal away into some
solitary recess, and in the still shade in
the forest, ponder on the sweetness This
own sorrow. His mind became almost
world of itself, and thousands of visions
rose obedient, at the call of creative
lhought-his soul lifted high on lancy's
wing; would explore in lis wi ID and beau
tiiul career the lathcmlcss regions of ina
ginalion, through all the variety of It's
magnificent domain. lie loved-deeply,
devoledly. 1t was more than love, it was
alteration. The ohjec, of is passion was
all that woman could be, There is no
object, in all creation, half so splendid as
such ii beng-lhe charms that are difli-
scd through the whole universe seem
gathered together in her
When the sun is going down in the
west, he leaves behind him track Of
bright light, but it is insipd when com
pared TO the light o.! her eye. The fra
GRANGE Of the rose was not SO delicious as
the warmth OF her brcalh-music could
wake no melody like the thrilling tones
Of her voice. Her motion was more
graceful than the heave of the sea or the
change of the cloud, and the magic Of
mind, cleaning through all her words, and
looks, aud actions, shgd around her
charm more grateful than Arabian IN
cense.
No wonder my hero bowed down be-
fore her; no wonder that the sound of her
voice was always in his ear, thai her i'm
age was before him i'll his daily occupa
tons, and bore n part in the mysterious
changes of his dream. There " as no al
location in her nature, and she confessed
she loved him-thcy Sc, med created Tor
each olher-and who " ould have boliev-
ed that iale-but am Distressing.
There is something very melancholy in
the reflection that any woman can die;
but, to han that she should perish, was the
very agony ol despair. lie had left her
Iol few days, intending when he re'uru-
ed to have asked her hand On the morn.
ing Of his return. he sprang into the stage
coach in most delicious reverie. lie
held DO discourse with his fellow passen-
gers, but wrapped himself up in "a rich
dream of aniiclpatior. His heart was full
OF happiness. lie thought himself, as he
entered his touse, too harry Tor a NOR
'al man. He was preparing to ray her
The first visit, aud dwelling in his mind on
her pleasing welcome, When her brother
came to see him--he did not observe any
ihing peculiar about him at first. and not
ill The warm and ahcc,lonate shake OF the
hand was over, did he notice that his eyes
were filled with tears and dismal, gloo-
my, black Grape hung from his hat He
started. and in hollow voice that had
a desolale dreariness in every tone, he
SAID
"Elizabeth is dead"
AT hist he was not comprehenGed. A
vacant, horrd laugh, that echoed strange
ly through the still room, was his only
answer-then he repeated the words, and
the features of my friend became pale and
molionless as marble-then he sat down
in chair, and covered his face with his
hands, but not a word breath broke
the silence. There was something aar-
ming in his calmness, it seemed like the
silence of the heavy black cloud Just be-
fore it launches its destructive lightning
from its bosom. lie beckoned. and wish
ed to be alone. He was left in solitude.
| would not proiane the subject by any at
temptat describing his feelings.
There was dark horrible confusion in
his mind, like some accused dream glar-
ing around him. and the night rolled a.
way its long hours Of sleepless agooy.
The next day was the funeral, and
when the sun rose in his same glory, and
all the ''pt mp and circumstance" of day
began to beam upon the face OF nature,
and the merry voice of men sometimes
came upon the breeze, and the carts rat
tied rudely along, and all around was bu-
siness, and adventure, unaffected by the
great event that had come like an ocean
of scorching fire upon the paradise of his
heart--he recollecled, and he said, "to-