The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-06-24

ever, as he became, he was nevertheless
an evidece perpetually of the fact, that:
"The heart may be dark and closed up tomb,
But memory stands aghast amid the tomb"
Ind derent, finally, TO his fate, he remained
on board the Enterprise until her arrival
at the East Indies, where, being recognized
as one of a bood-lhirsty gang Of pirates,
who had loag been terror to the Indian
Ocean, he was condemned and executed.
THE DEVIL IN THE BUTTERMILK
During my stay in Ireland, being on a
visit to friend, was captivated by the
"cherry cheeks and tempting lips" of a
young dairy maid, whom often saw
pass the house where resided. enquir-
ed her uame and residence, and found
that she lived with Protestant Parson
who, besides preaching the doctrine of
the Gospel, kept very extensive farm.
After few sids winks at this pretty
damsel | determined to make hera visit
curing the time the preacher delivered
from the pulpit his ''twice told" sermon.
| went accordingly, as soon as saw
the parson and his dame enter the church.
1t was needless to tell of the many soft
words | whispered into her ear; suffice it to
say, found her just as should wish but
nnluckily, love is SO insensible to every
thing but his own genial feelings, that
rather overstayed my time. We were a.
reused from our pleasing chat by the old
man and his wife laundering at the door
for admit,ance What was to be done2-
there was not the usual retreat for lovers
back door-to leap from either of the
windows would have been to plunge into
the jaws of the lion, "For heavens sake
my dear, cram lne where you will, " cried
i" | would mt have the parson catch me
here for worlds! "l'm half out of my wits"
said she, "let me see, Il have it--get
into that big churn pointing to a large
churn that stood in one corner of the room
be quick, do for my sake they'll not
suspect your being there for they never
use it on Sundays" In jumped and in
moment | was in utter darkness, she
having put on the lid. In this situation
| overheard all that passed, The parson
and his willie came in, the latter without
scolding the maid for keeping them so
long at the door, who said she was asleep
and all was well.
The old lady then told the maid that
she must Immediately put the cream i'll
large churn and go to work, for it was
expected there would be scarcity of but
ter in little while, and they had better
make the best use Of their time. "Lud,
ma'am" said the frightened girl" would
you break the Sabbath ?""Break the Sab
bath, you jade? there is no harm in work
ing Oh Sunday,wheu we are brought to
it by necessity: put the cream in, lsay."
The maid then asked if the small churn
would not do: Not whit! not whit,
gill! the large churn will work more at
time" "Dear ma'am have always been
brought up to keep the Sabbath sacred"
"Tut, Tut" replied the dame, as the par
son entered, g. here my dear, this wench
will not churn because it is Sunday"
"Out upon ye!-do we think if get my
mare into the bog this morning, that !
wouldn't take her out because it is Sum
day? push 60 make your butter, ! say.
All the entreaties of the poor girl were IN
vain; she was obliged to do the bidding
of her superiors.
sat all this while snug in the churn
resigned 10 my fate, when down on my
poor illfated head came a pail full of
cream held my breath till passed and
then breathed again, hopeingit was inis he'd
here--but no-in came another, and an
other !-thre I sat up 10 the chin in milk
one bucket more and shuld have been a
drowned man! What was to be done? ]
hit upon something at last. Just as the
deadly fourth was impending, | leapt up
on the top Of the churn, all besmeared
Nth demonstrating myself and making
the most diabolicel faces the human visage
could form. 1t had the desired effect, the
maid fayoring the trick, screamed OUT the
devil was in the buttermilk! and ran upl
stairs. The parson and his wife scamper-
ed into the kitchen, and tumbling head
and heels over each o.hert took the
time-jumped off the churn-out of the
window, and did not look behind me
until arrived safe at home.
Thus ended my adventure with the
dairy maid. A story got among the
preachers superstitious flock, shat the
devil had risen from the churn, and &C
cused him Of impiously breaking the Sab
bath.
The parson himself really believing
that it was The devil, never again attempts |
ed 10 make butter on Sunday.
Nor TO BE sNEEZED AT.-The late
Peter Lorillard, of New York, the prince