The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1848-01-29

me heart ranging as bee among flowers;
| but where such affections are concentrated,
they have an intensity, fire, which lives
alone in the breast OF genius. Ay! Genius.
TO man it is glorious possession it in~
vests him with that very charm; that very
wiching power, of which it deprives wo-
man. 0, mother. the love of woman $
heart is often rendered up at the shrine of
intellectual power She clothes almost with
divinity that which she is unable to COM
prehend and appreciate; but it is not so with
man. j knew not this always, bu, now
know i, the truth OF ii is written upon my
soul in causiic
:: IT'S true, that in accordance with my
nature, from earliest childhood thirsed for
knowledge; but something more than that
natural appetite has been my Indictment for
the last two Years; and during that time, my
mind has been nerved TO the performance
of that which was deemed prodigles' of in
tellectual strength; and have made &C.
QUESTIONS, which even myself have regard
ed with wonder. None know it. 1t was
deemed my natural inclination, strengthen
ed and malmng; but it was all the prompt
ings Of burning love, which allowed me
never 10 shrink--neyer to be wearied.
Inexperienced in the philosophy Of the
human heart believed that love reat n I'd
the heart OF the man Of intellect, through
that intellect; that the object Of his affections
must be approved Of ~ his understanding,
commended by his reason, before he placed
it on the shrine OF his heart.
"And, mother. | met with one who salts
fed the aspirations Of my intellect aud me
cravings ofmy heat; and it Was that my hi,'.o
might cope with his-tlIa he might beholu III
me all tina, thought one like him would see"
for in aconsrant friend, an inseParabe cons
panion--.a wife, thatI applied myself win
such unnatural ardor to studies rarely though
of by those of my SEX
The young girl paused as her mother
gaxed upon her with look Of mingled as
constituent and affection. Never for one
moment had She suspected that deeper
love luke. in her daughters bosom than
that which she felt toward herself nor could
she but think that some strange ntatuaion
possessed the mind OF her child; in thinking
that love such as hers could not be recipro-
ca,cd and putting her hand beneath her
chin, she said, half payfulIy--
Il know my Clara is wrong III dwelling
so dcspondiugy on her secret Sienl
brooiiugs will often produce strange fanta-
sizes in ones brain. Who does my Iaught-
er love, and who is her rival?"
Clara raised her eyes peading'y to her
mother, as she said
"Do not, dear mother, | entreat, try to
raise in my mind any of those wild, beaut-
ful hopes, which it has required all my force
of reasoning to quell Av | hoped too long
and it is the crushing OF that long cherished
hope. which tails as blight upon me. Ii is
he talented George Morris that love, bat
his heart is all given 10 Kate Willis. Peo-
pie do not know this, i. is tr,'c; it may be
even tina, he does not know it himself: but
The eyes of love are prophetic, and like
LocheI, | see that event casting lis shadow
before"
An ncyeduous smile played upon the
features of the mother rs she Answered.
"A man of Georges ability could never
find fit companion in girl like Kate
kind. hearted and amiable, it is true, but, as
YOU are well aware, Of feeble intellect
Be assured, he does not think Of her if he
knows Clara Linden"
CAS- you love your only child, my moth
er," replied Clara II beg Of you never to
speak TO me slightly of Kate Willis Ours
are fra natures, and -in besets rs in every
form; and when first | knew that Kate was
beloved by hiln--lhat he was wearing her
in his he art OF hearts; when, with prophetic
eve I first perceived that the airy castle
which nv own fond love and wild hopes
had reared, was TO be hers in possession,
all unknd feeling for moment rose in my
heart toward Kate; but strength from Heav-
en- came and the serpent head OF envy was
crushed in my heart; and though know she
is rot a girl of strong mind, yet know, too,
that she has that Of more worth than the
greatest intellectual! gifts good and gem
lie heart; and it is nature such as hers,
that is best fitted TO become to man his min
isiering angel.
81 know, mother with how much pride my
father regards me- but it was not that in your
pirIhood YOU were like to me, that he chose you
for his wife: it was that your atfectonatc ana
tender disposition satisfied his heart cravings,
O. mother! | would it had been Heavens will
to have withheld from me my fathers proud
intellect, and to have bestowed upon me your
own gcntler, mceker nature, then, perhaps,
George would have loved me"-and with these
II in hnr 1t tnT "a