The Cecil Whig., 1849-03-17

hope withered, blighted, and live. Do
not, my dear child, break your parents
heart. Let this world. this hated thing
called man, 60 away.
Be warned, if not by a father, by q
friend who knows the heart and passions
better than you do. You see, | do not
command, will not, L entreat.'
He spoke IN deep earnestness-hl ut
tcrance at times almost choked by sobs
ofirrepresslbe anguish Anna was deep
ly aGltated,-her soul was convulsed with
conflicting passions-flial love warning
with the strong sympathies and frmness
of her nature. Her head sank on hel
fathers bosom- and the tears flowed
freely-but she soon dried them. She
had decided; pity and curiosity were
victors. Unwinding her arms from her
fathers neck, she clasped his hand ten
derby, while she replied with the con-
vinclng force fixed purpose lends to
words.
"My dearest father, it grieves, nay
wrinss my very soul TO distress YOU as !
see this does, but L cannot but urge my
prayer. You say truly, my faculties ma
ture taught, are strong. This long term
ofsolitude, this constant communion with
nature in her mighty works this study
ing and restudying Of ones self the long
year through, for the ever active mind
had nothing else to occupy it, could not
but give them strength. | know | am
volatile, wild, thonghtess at times, but
there are deep, strong feelings beneath,
which thanks to my knowledge of my
character, know are subject 10 my rea-
son. | know not what this love you
speak Of is | will not believe [ will
ever love any body as love you. Til
have no other idol in my heart, no stran-
ger to divide with you my love. Admit
this man my dearest father, and [ will
promise not to like him, even until YOU
give me leave. VIII not that suffice
youn
Mr.. Umstead smiled sadly.
"My love, You know indeed but little
of the monster passion you dare so hero
ically to brave. But rrmonstrance, /
see is useless; the spoiled child must al
ways be humored. My life is now at best
but the 'sere and yellow leaf another
frost of misery and it will lose its trail
hold and drop silently in the tomb.'
"John unlasen the door, and see what
villain it Is that dares to intrude. Pray
heaven he is already dead"
John obeyed, and quickly returned,
dragging in the inscnsib!e body Of q
young and remarkably handsome man,
IN which life was not altogether extinct
1t was found on examination that he had
received several deep and severe wounds.
but which were not mortal, and had
tainted from loss OF blood. A feeling
akin to pity crept into the heart of even
that harsh, stern old man, as he gazed on
the noble face before him, now so cold
and pale. And Anna felt a strange sensa-
tion stealing in upon hcl spirit, which
she could neither analyZe or Danish. She
was conscious OF feeling a powerful and
grow,ag interest in the fate of the un-
fortunate young stranger, and she feared
that she already l'kcd him, there was SO
much goodness, sweetness and 5cnleness
portrayed on that face, wan as it was,
she could not hel p it, but resolutely de-
termined she would do no more than
ike.
Poor Anna, nature was teaching in her
quiet way, the rudlments of new les
son.
Some simple restoratives were appli-
ed to the wounded man and his wounds
dressed, and he was put in Johns bed,
much to that uncharItable gentleman;s
dissatisfaction, who would have much
preferred his dying outside
The unwelcome sufferer awoke in the
morning in high fever and quite deliri-
Gus. MIR. Umstead partly forgot his hate
his mortal antipathy, for he tended on
the young man with careful solcitude,
or rather he now felt for the first time
the bliss of doing good. There was a
patience, devotion of soul, and strength
ofmlnd discoverable in the young man
that woulo have won his heart, had 1t
not been for old prejudices; as it was,
his heart brooded not with SO much Bit
terness on the probable consequence to
his Anna's peace.
During the delrium OF the invalid,
Annals attentions were unwearied. scar
cely leaving his bedside, except to take
her meals and some necessary repose, at
tending to every want. She iancied her
prompting motives were pity and duty.
Conclusion neat reeh.)
A TuoUGnT WORTH REMEMBERING
At the late anniversary of the New York
Typographical socrety, the veteran Noah