The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-06-17

fairy forms fitted around their pillows
away their spirits bounded over the wide
expanse of waters between them and theil
distant homes, and there reveled in half
akened scenes of former bliss-and sleep
to them was repose and blessing. No
thought, no suspicion had they of COM
ing evil; but, busy with the past, all for
getful were they Of the power of the (u-
ture to bring saddening change over
their hearts, and they slept away with
the smiles of tranquility playing upon
their sealed features.
But all were not asleep that night
There were others, counting OH future
gains and glories, whose wakeful enter
prize banished slumber from their eye
lids, and filled their hearts with those
high sensations which deeds of chival-
rous daring always foster. To these it is
now our duty to turn.
The Vineyard Sound is about miles
over. While the dance was in progress
on the one shore, preparations of another
kind were i'll progress on the opposite
one. The tidings Ct the ball were spread
throughout the vicinity, and eighteen
brave fellows agreed to make that night
repee with gloomy as well as brilliant
recoeclions to the British officers.
The moon was in her last quarter, and
as she sunk below the horizon, and her
girdlmg light vanished from the heavens,
a company of resolute fellows descended
the bank and made to the waters edge
A couple of boats were soon unmoored
and launched on the unsteady element,
filed With as gallant crews as ever started
on an eventful enterprise. Every spirit
swelled high as they cleared the foam of
the breakers and the crafts beneath them
rode gracefully over The gentle pillows.
Nov, my hearties," said voice from
the bows of the large boat, "lhe first thing
that have to ask Of you is, that you O.
hey oIders.''
AYE, aye, captain," responded the
others.
"Then, boys, draw your pistols, and
prepare fer shot"
Every fellow that owned pistol-that
is, a canteen or fask--drew it forth and
and knocked it.
"All hands ready! Then, my hearties
twig this toast; Success to the Vine
yards, and bad nights rest to the red
coatsw
The toast was duly honored, and eve
ry fellow took down his canleen and re-
placed it in his pocket,
"Now this is my first order: no word
is to be spoken louder than whisper,
between this and the other shore. The
success you have just drank depends on
silence"
"Aye, aye,,' muttered all hands.
The oars are muffled TO prevent a
splash in the water, and EDWARDS the boats
went towards the tavern where the ball
had been, and each fellow unused on the
scenes which would transpire on their
arrival
"I'll be shot if can keep still, joe"
said youth by the name of Sam Dare
all to his next ncighbor, in Whisper
81 can't help thinking that chielest
OF witches, Sally Renham, is at that par
ty."
"Well, what harm if she is2'
'sNone, that know Of" returned Sam.
"only don't like the thought of that fair
hand being touched by an arm that wears
a red coat"
"The girl, Sam, is fair one, and she is
as true as she is fair. Her heart never
harbored love for tory. You see, 1t
runs IN all female flesh to like to win a
heart, if it be but to see with what kind
OF grace is owner will yield it up.'
"Truer words were never spoken, Joe;
but why the devil girl, when she's got
one heart safe can't be satisfied with it,
is something that cannot understand"
81 guess there's more than that in fe-
male human nature that you don't under
stand, Sam. Woman has great many
kinds that are perfect mysteries to me. p
But as to being uneasy about Miss Rem
hams hand, it is sheer nonsense. Her
eye can blink as kindly on his maiesty's
epau-letters, but it dwels, Sam, on the
plain rigging of a lad that we both know
pretty we'll"
ssWho's that9"
"Why, yourself, Sam. Heavens! what
blind fools love make of you fellows
All you have got to do is to capture the
biggest officer in the gang tonight, and
that act, I tell you, won't fail to take cap
tive the fancy of the lady. She's fond of
doing like things herself"
''Gve us your hand, Joe, and promise
you that if the taking of the proudest Of
fcer at Daggett's to>night, will please
Sally, she shall be pleased. swear the
prisoner shall be mine"
'Luck to you, SAM" and thus their
colloquy ended.
It was full two O'Clock as our party
hauled their keels on the stand. A few
whispers passed round, and then they
mounted the bank, and struck directly for
"Old Daggett's." AS they drew nigh