The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-06-10

ly kEelt down---beafDg TO the altar OF
her idol the fair flowers Of her affection,
even as the dark eyed daughters of the
ancient Gheber spread out their offerings
from the gardens of the East upon the
altar Of the Sun.
There is a surpa sing strength in love
like that Of Emily's-it has nothing gross
nor earthly i'll its yearning-it has its
source i'll the deep fountains of the hu-
man heart-and it is such as the redeem
ed and sanclied from earth might feel
for another in the fair land Of spirits
alas! that such love should be unrequil-
ted, or turned back in GOODNESS upon The
crushed heart OF lis giver!
They parled-Emily and her lover
but not before they had vowed eternal
consistency to each other. The one retir-
cd TO the quiet Of her home--to dream
over again The scenes of her early passion
to count with untlring eagerness the
hours of separatlon-and to wefp over
the long interval Of "hope deferred. p
The other went with Il strong heart to
ming!e with the world irded with pride
and nnpelleG by ambition. He found the
world cold and calous and selfish, and
his own spirit iusensibly took the hue of
those around him. lie shut his eyes u
pom the past-it was too pure and mildly
beautiful Tor the gaze of his manhood
lie forgot the passion OF boyhood, all
beautiful and holy as it was; he turned not
back 10 the young and lovely and devoted
girl, who poured out to him in the conf
ding earnestness Of woman's confidence
the wealth OF her affection. He came not
back TO fulfill the VOW which lie had
plighled.
Slowly and painfully the knowledge of
her lovers intidelity came over the SEN
stivc heart of Emily. She sough: for Il
time to shut the horrible suspicion from
her mind; she half doubted the evidence
of her own senses-she could not be-
lieve that he was traitor, for her memory
had treasured every token OF her ailcc-
tion-every impassloned word, and every
endearng Smile of his tenderness. But
the truth came at last, the doubtful spec
ire which had long haunted her, and
from which she had turned away, as fit
were sin to look upon it, now stood be-
fore her dreadful aud unacceptable vision
of reality. There was one burst Of pas-
sionaie tears-the overthrow of that fouu-
tain Of affection which quenches the las,
ray OF hope i'll the desolaie bosOm-and
she was calm, for the struggle was over,
and she gazed steadily and with the aw-
full consdcnce Of one whose hopes are not
OF earth, upon the dark valley Of death,
whose shadow was already around hel.
| ]! was beautiful evening OF summer
lhat saw her for the last time. The sun
was just setting behind long line Of blue
and undulatng hills, touching their tall
submits with Il radiance like the halo
which circles the dazzling brow ofan all
gel-and all nature had pa, On the rich
garnllure Of greenneSs and blossom. AS
approached the quiet and secluded dwell
ling of the once happy EmiIy,l found the
door Of the little parIor thrown open, and
female voice vi sweetness which could
hardly be said TO belong TO earth, stole
out upon the soft summer air. 1t was
like the breathing o: an -Eoian lutte to the
gcnllest visitation Of the zephyr. lnyol-
UNFAIRLY paused 10 llstel!--and these
words, | shall never forget them, came
upon my ear, like the low and mean-
choly music which we sometimes hsar in
dleams:--
ooh no, do not fear to die,
For Hope and Faith arc bold,
And lie is but wearncss-
And earth is strangely cold
In Wow fdeath's pals solitude,
My spirit hath not moulned;
IT'S kinder than forgotten love,
Or friendship unreurncd.
And could pass the Swallowed land,
In rapture all the while,
If one who now is far away,
Were near ME with his smile
1t seems dreary thing to die,
Forgotten and alone,
| Unheeded by our dearest love,
The smiles and fears of one.
Oh! plant my grave with pleasant flowers;
The fairest Of the fair
| The very flowers he Logged to twine
At twilight in my hair;
Perchance he may yet visit them
And shed above my bier.
The hottest due Of funeral flowers
Affections lonely tear"
1t was the voice of Ernily-il was her
last song. She was leaning on the sofa
as entered the aparlment-her thin white
hand resting on her forehead. She re Sc
| and Melcnmel mo with 4 m4lauclI nl1 Z,