The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-07-15
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extended TO the erring and passionate OF
| Earth.
Size was not being to love with an
earthly affection. Her person had no
harmony with her mind. 1t bore no re-
sembance to those beautiful forms which
glide before the eyes of romance in the
shadowy world of dreams. 1t was not
like the bright realities of being-the
wealth Of beauty which is sometimes
concentrated in the matchless form OF
woman. 1t was de(ormity- strange, Pc
cuIlar delormi ty, relieved only by the in
tellectual glory of dark, soul-ike eye.
Yet, strange as it may seem. loved
her, deeply, passi onately as the young
heart can love when it pours itself out
/ like an obIatlon to its idol There were
gentle and lovely ones around me-crea-
lures of smiles and bushes, sci; tones
and melting glances, but their beauty
made no lasting impression on my heart.
Mine vas an Intellectual love-a yearn-
ing ai:ai something invisible and holy-
some thing above the ordinary standard of
human desire, set apart and sanctifed as
it were, by the mysteries OF mind.
Mine was not love to be revealed in
the lhronged circle of gaity and fashion,
it was avowed underneath the bending
heaven when the perfect stars
were alone gazing upon us. 1t was re-
ected; but not in scorn, in pride, nor in
anger, by that high-thoGg hted girl, She
would ask my friendship-my sympathy;
| hint NO hnc ilt hn
oesought me, to speak no more Of love.
j obeyed her. lied from her pres
ence. | mingled once more IN the busy
tide of being, and ambition entered into
my soul. Wealth came upon me unex-
pectedy; and the voice of praise became
familiar sound. returned at last with
the impress of manhood on my brow,
and sought again the being of my
dreams.
She was dying. Consumption--pale
CHASTITY consumption had taken away her
hold on existence. The delormed and
uniting tenement was yielding to the
impulses of the soul. Clasping her
lasted hand, bent over her in speech
less agony. She raised her eyes to mine,
and in those beautiful emblcms of her
soul, read the boarded affection of years
the long smotherd emotion Of smoth-
cred heart. "lIenrv," she said, and
bent lower to catch the faulterng tones
of her sweet voice-'l have loved you
long and fervently, feel that am dying,
rejoice at it. Earth will cover this
wasted and unscemly form, but the soul
will return to that promised and better
land, where no change or circumstance
can mar the communion Of Spirit. Oh,
Henry, had it been permltted!-but | will
not murmur. You were created with
more than manhood's beauty, and de-
formed-wretched as am, have dared to
love youn'
knelt down and kissed the pale brow
of the sufferer. smile of more than
earthly tenderness stole over her features,
and fixed there, like an omen of tn,
spirits happiness. She was dead. And
! they buried her on the spot which she had
herself selected-a delightful place of
slumber, curlained by green young will
lows. have stood there a thousand
tHes Ill tilt iuict H1ooilllSut, dhu 'di1Cieu
that heard in every breeze that whisper
ed among the branches, the voice Of the
beloved slumberer.
Devoted girl! thy beautiful spirit hath
abandoned NE in my weary pilgrimage.
Gently and soothingiy thou contest to
watch over my sleeping pillow-to cheer
me amidst the trials of humanity-to
mingle thy heavenly sympathies with ny
Joys and sorrows, and to make thy mild
reprovings known and felt in he darker
moments o. existence; in the tempest of
passion, in the bitterness of crime. Even
now, in the awful calm which proceeds
the last change in my being, in the cold
shadow which now stretches from the
grave to the presence Of the living, feel
that thou art near me-
"Thyself pure and sainted one.
Watching the loved and (rail of earth"