The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-07-22

ed me, somewhat more than two years
since, on my way 10 an Older World. il
was taken from its quct bed, in her gar
den, by my liIlc daughter. as lhe parting
time drew near, with the remark, that
"something green might look pleasant to
me on the sea" And so it did. Bat
imagined not then the depth Of he com
munion it would call forth. For the home
spirit was in its heart, and it became to
me as friend. Sometimes wien evening
closed in over the deep, with those heavy
signs of the wind which often betoken "a
coming storm, and the ship leaped and
plunged amid the pillows, as if seeking
for place to escape, or "a depth to hide
III, have drawn closer to that weak
plant, as if its love might comfort me- Or
at waking in the morning, and raising my
head from the coffin like berth where the
dark hours had passed in such broken
slumbers, as the hoarse lullaby Of the
surge induces, have fixed my eyes first
upon that solitary plant, and spoken s0.niy
to it as to a child. Yet ii was evidently
in an uncongeniaI atmosphere, and the
delicate branches grew sad, and faded.
numbered its leaves, but almost every day
some OF them grew sichl Y and fell, until,
at last, only few were left clustering
round single, graceful stalk.
We had been Thirteen days and nights
upon the great deep-and accomplished
nearly two thousand miles of our watery
Journey, when awoke at the grey hour
Of dawn. remembered lhal-lhe first
anniversary Of the death Of my beloved
father, aud beckoncd The solemn imagery
to meet me amid the waves At once
every circumstance Of that scene cleaned
forth as in a picture. His vel cradle head,
resting upon its white pillow, the bright
II, IS OF his beautiful hair, on which four
score and seven winters hat scattered no
snoNs, his heavy breathing minglng with
/ ,e slp" Il opping If the summer show er
upon the vine leaves at his easement and
tie steady ticking of the clock through
that lonely night, While bending over
him, ! hoped against hope, that the sud
| den i. ness might not be mortal, aud that
the form, which but the day before, had
moved with SO vigorous step, would
yet rise up, and lean upon its staff, and
come forth to bless me. The rain reas-
ed, a circle of faint brightness lorctold
| de rising Of the sun-thoae precious lips
uttered again The sound o.! Kind words
lhe opening eyes told their message of
sanity love-thc lids Nultered aud closed.
| There was no more breath.
a MISUNDERSTANDING and pros
tractcd-dceper even than that which IN
oAly child nouns HE last parent 1t
must be the wall Of mother No other
sorrow hath such voice Yet, so alb
ruptIy it burst forth, amid surrounding
,iIence, that for moment memory was
bewlldercd, and The things tina. had been,
mingled with things that are.
Among our passengers was a dignided
and accomplished lady retiring with her
husband, an officer, from a residence of
several years in Canada, to oakland, their
native land. They lad with them three
Iltle daughters, and in the course of those
conversations, which beguIe the tcdium
Of seattle, she had sometimes spoken Of
the anxiety with which her aged mother
waited to welcome these descendants born
in foreign cline whom, of course, she
had never seen; and so exquisite was their
beauty, that it would not have been sur
prising, had Thrill Of pride heightened
the pleasure, with which she panied the
JOY Of such a meeting. The youngest
was babe of less than "a year, and we,
who often shared its pla yIul vile, lancied
that it had grown languid, as if from some
inherent disease Yes, It's large black
eyes still beamed with strange lustre, so
that neither the parents or nurse, would
allow that aught affected 1t, save what a
rose from the change of habits, incidental
to The confinement Of the ship. Yet; that
night, the mother more une; sy than she
was willing to confess in words, decided
not to leave It's cradle. In the saloon,
adjoining our state GROOM, she took her
place, and when we retired tie fair in
FAINT lay in troubled sleep. Yet even then,
the spoller was nearer TO it than that
watchlul mother; and ere the morning.he
smote it in her arms. We found her clas-
ping it closely to her bosom, as if lain to
revlvity it with her breath. Masses of
glossy black hair, escaping from their con
iinement, fell over her shoulders and
dropped as curtain over the marble fea-
lures Of the dead. Mingled with gasps of
grief that shook her like reed, were ex-
CARNATIONS of hope that hope, which
clings and cleaves to the wounded heart
striking It's fibre, wherever the blood
drop oozes, and striving like plying
angel, TO staunch, where it may not heal
"Constance! Constance! look at me Oh!
my dear husband, she miU live again. She
has been sicker than this, once, when you
were away. Yes, ves-she will breathe
again Long she continued thus assuag-
ing her bitter sorrow, with this vanity Of
trust and. then we tenderIy sIrovc to
| loosen her Conyulsiye grasp from the life