The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1849-02-03

good pastor had learned in far of, lands.
The wonders Of Nature-thc mystic comb
nations that are ever going gong on in hey
suheranean laboratory-ile secre: virtues
or he equally secret venom. which j.
found in her hnmbtst plan's-iIe slow bu
unfaiing Developments by which the
small aud worthless acorn grows into the
towering oak and the winged seed lifts It's
broal pinons in the new form of leafy bran
ches toward the skies-all these things
Herr Uuman loved TO learn from the lips Of
the wise old man. Therefore did he seek
he pastors cottage whenever he had le!s-
NE 10 listen to his teachings.
Utnan's kindly heart had early warmed
toward The orphan child otGouieib's adn5-
ion. He won her iniani'e love by telling
her wild tales of The dark mines, and the
fantastic spirits of the nelhar world. He
had tales of the Fire Demon and the Water
Dragon Of the mocki7s-Imp who led poor
miners to their destruction, by mimicklng
the voice ola CON panon, and of the daZ--
ziing cavern Queen, tie flash Of whose da
monl crown. aud The CLEAN of those blight
eyes, lnred the poor workman to a fright
full death To sir on his knee twining her
small fingers in the black curs which fell
unehorn upon his shoIlIers-to look in his
great dark eyes as they cleaned with the
enthusiasm of that halfpoelic nature which
is the Inheritance ola high hearted noun
'aineer-,o feel herself nesting like dove
on his broad breast. ard cllngiug to HIM
half in terror, half in delight, as his strong
words brought all those, Fearful shapes WV
idly before her eyes-lhese had been Bar
bara's pleasures when little child.
But Barbara cou'd not always remain the
pe,tcd child, and the time came when the
hndIing maiden sat on a stool at humans
feet. and no longer leaned her head upon
his bosom while she listened To his wild lie
gends. 1T fits, Herr Ultman was troubled
a, The change in Barbara's manner, then
he nondered over lis meaning, and at last
he seemed to awaken 10 a new perception
Of happiness. So he asked Barba a 10 lie
lis wife, and ,aough his years doubly num-
hered hers. she knew that she loved no nne
haifso well, and with the affection which a
cl'lll might feel for Il lender parent, she
rave him the troth pledge of her maiden
faih. Nor was Barbara mistaken in her
recognition of his real nature. a Tough
and stern man did he seem to many, but
his heart was full of kindness, and his af-
fec.ions though repressed and silent, Yet
like mountain stream, made FOR them
selves only deeper channel. He had an
Adding love for nature. lie defaced not
her tair bosom with the scars of the p'oueh
or the pick. axe, but following The Course Of
the dark ravine ard entering into the yawn
ing chasn, he opened his way into earh's
treasure house, leaving the trees 10 tower
from the mountains brow, ,he stream 10
leap down their narrow beds, and the green
sward TO stretch down the sunny slopes.
Barbara was dove nesting in the bran
ches Of stately tree. No wonder her hus
band worshipped her, for his affections
were like a full, deep Stream. rushing
through mine, and she was like the STAR
which even a, MONDAY, may be seen re-
fiec'ed in lis depth. She was the angel
OF his life, the bright and beautiful spirit OF
truth and love within her household.
Year, passed on and Barbara had but
one ungraieful hope, within her heart. God
had ven her no children, and the tender.
ness Of her nature found no vent save in
her kindly charities. 10 the poor and
needy, and sorrowful, she was the friend
and beue faciress, but her heart sometimes
filled with vain repining, and she f-l, a
thirst for those pure waters which spring up
only in mothers pathway. One nigh, she
was oppressed with sadness, and ere she
yielded herself up TO sleep, she prayed
that this vain longing within, her hear,
might be quenched forever, Or find some
solace in the duties which lay around her
Scarcel y had she closed her eyes in slum
Der, when her couch was visited by a wild
and wonderful dream. She dreamed she
was standing within The porch, when lady
clad in shining ralmeni, emerged from tie
foldings of the kills and slowly approached
her. The lady's face, was hidden beneath
a snow while veil of some transparent fab
rio, which though it seemed as translucen
as water, yet like water, gave an indis-
inciness 10 the object seen through ii. Bu'
when he strange visitanl spoke, her voice
thrilled through through BaIhara's limos
hear, for il was the spirit voice she had
so often heard in her childhood tho voice
OF her dead mother. 1t seemed to Barbara
that the lady stood close beside her, and
then without fear Barbara laid her head
on the Strangers bosom and clasped hel
arms around her tall form, while she rather
tel, than heard these words.
slaughter lift up thine ewes, and be.
hold the children which the Lord hath
given unto thee"
Barbara raised her head and beheld a
train of young maidens clad in the sim
pie costume of the Saxon peasant, and
linked together as it seemed by webs o.