The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1849-02-03
From CfNhem's Magazine.
Esarbara Ejdsnaan's Dvcarsa.
BY MRS. EMMA c. EMBuRY.

long golden cur!s, and wilhal wearing
look ofsuch exec edile sweetness, that the
people of the hamlet, who We're all miners
or workers in metal, called her oy tame
that sisnilied The 81 y of The Miners
Barbara was an orphan, lille Ione orea-
luFe, whom 4" ore claimed, l,t
whom everybody loved. Her IA
ther hal beea deliver in the depths
| OF the eGDth and when she was only IA
tiny iinIc baby, he had'k,s<el her round
cheek: and gone to his daily labor at ca ly
dawn, but ere the shadows OF the dark trees
fell toward The eastern slope Of the hills,
he was brought home mangIed and Ii.elcss
The "tire-,lamp' had sezed him and his
companions, or, as the simple peasan, be.
Iieved, the demon of The mine had arisen
in his might, and tom to pieces the darling
spoilers OF his treasure house. Barbara's
mother did not long out live the dreadful
sigh. She piHel away, with lu!l ach.
IN" at her heart, and one morning kind
neIghbor found the child Sleeping calmly
on The cold bosom other deal mother.
From tina, moment the Ii tn Babara be-
came the nursing OF the whole hamlet.
The good women o! The village remember
ed that she had been born OH u Sunday
mcFning, and accordi ~ 10 lheit lender and
beautiful faith, the "SiJ5uM ChRd' had re-
ceived a peculiar blessing, which was sha-
red in some degree by all who ministered
10 |;er want s. So Barbara was the foster
child of many mothers, and found hear,.kin
dreI in every cottage. But chiefly did she
dwell afer she had grown beyond the
swadding bands of infancy; in the house
of the 90 cd Go',lieb, the pastor Of The little
mountain flock of Christians. Barbara
grew up gentle quiet child rarely m,ng-
lag in ine no'sy spoT;s Of the villagers.
and loving nothing so well as to steal away
to some forest NOOK, where she would sit
for hours looking upon the rugged face o!
nature, and weaving dreams, whose web
like That OF the wood-spiIer was broken by
| a breath
Some said--''line Barbra is moping for
| the lack Of kindred" Oilers said more
truly-"Nay Is she not blessed Sabbath
child? II may be that the spirit of her
dead mother Is with her in the lonely p'a-
ces where she loves 10 abide; hinder her
not, therefore, unlest ye break the unseen
bond between the living and dead" So
Barbara was left to the guidance of her own
sweet will, and long ere she had grown be
ycnd childhood she was familiar with all
the varied aspects Of nature in the wild and
beautiful country of her birth. Ii seemed
as it some holy Charm had Indeed been be
slowed on the little o phi nled Sabbath child
Tor every living thing seemed to recognize
in her gentle and loving companion.-
Ant cillen of The hamle, loved her.
and ii wa. wonderful 10 see the little shy
birds hopping about her feet 10 pick the
crumbs which she always scattered for
them in her wanderings.
But Barbara was not merry Iiuht heart
ed maiden. Cheerful she was and gentle
but not gay, FOL a cloud had fallen upon
her earliest years, and a shadow from
Deaths wing had lhrowE gloon. over her
infant life, darkening those days which
should have been all sunshine. True she
had found friends 10 shield her from want,
bn, never dill she see child nesting pom its
o'he's bosom, without feeling il mourn
ful loneliness of heart. Therefore il was
that she loved to stea away to the green
foldinss af The hills, and hold companions.
S!lp with the pleasant things Of cath,
where, in the qnielule of her own pure
nature, she could commune with herself
She had early learned 10 think of her moth
cr as an angel in heaven, and when she
looked up 10 The blue sky, gorgeous in lis
drape,y of : old ami purple clouds, or shin
ing with lis amounted multitude ofstars,
she rever forgot that she was gazing upon
the outer gates Of that glorious home, where
dwell her long lost parents. Yet she was
not an idle or lisiless dreamer in world
where all lave iheir mission to fulfil, an d
where none are so desoate as to have no
duties to perform. She learned all The
book-lore that the good pastor chose 10 i'm
part 10 The little rnailens of the hamlet, and
no hand was more shMI than hers; W ilh
| the knitting needle and distaT Thus she
grew up, delicate and fair, with eyes as
blue as summer skies, aud long golden
locks, hanging almost 10 her feet, for she
was as try As fairy in stature.
There came sometimes 10 the cottage Of
Father Goulieb. IA dark browel man, whose
towering form and heavily built limbs gave
him TIE semblance Of some giant Of the
hills His voice was as loud and as cea,
as trumpet call, and his step was bold
and firm, like that Of The truehorn mountain
eer. He was the owner of vas, tracts in
the mine districts, and stores o! untold
wealth lay hidden for him in earth's deep
caverns Herr Utlman was sic rn of Wis
sage and boid,-it may be rough in his
bearing, buth heart was as gentle as a
woman's He loved 10 81, al Gouleib's
board, and, while paraking Of his simple