The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1849-05-05

folded his arms-scome along; won'l bic ,
what creature you ars!' c'isd Mouics,
wiping her eyes, as her mother moved her
towards Basil. .,,.,.
q dare say, sail the young Agatha, lih-
ing herself upon her Toes, TO Basil. Il dare
say, now, you don't kiss Bessy Carraways
in that manner.' -: ..-,.:
'Bes-y ''arraways said Basil, and the;
blood rn al! owe. his face, his luo'her-si:'
lrntly smiling a, tho emotion Bessy Cai.
raways is a--a-' Basil slammersi, then
lau2hed--.a flower 3.
No doubt, dear BASIL said Monica
$50 are all young ladies Of Bessy's aSe;sll
hower..'
GU. mean said Basil, che natural
thing. You see, nv beloved sisters, there
are two. sorts of flowers. Now, Bessy isn't
too fine. or TOO good Tor this world. No;
she's flesh and blood flower, growing up
Oh the earth, and not thinking il TOO dizzy
for herr a flower that gives out The swee,
ness Of her own natural self and doesn't
think il too good for other people; and why;
BECAUSE she thinks no moe al ont it, than
a ro-s or lily, or ahy other blossom ,hal's
delicious and doesn', know it,
upon my word, BASIL cried Mrs. Jeri
cho, with 10, Gus emphasis, 'you are quite
poet'
Should be very sorry, ma'am, for the
respectabli,y of the family said Basil
%, quite bard exclaimed Monica,
with sarcasm 80 very fine, it was unfelt
by its object. Now. you have given us one
sort of female flower, wha,-dear boy
what is the other!'
Certainly. Nic,' and Basil took his sis.
tsr's hand between his own rhe other
flower doe'nt root in the world a, all
earths 100 vulgar for it, deares, IN aid. It's
flower so fine, IFS grown out of silk or
velvet, and stands upon wire stalk
Whatever scent il hah It isn't i,s own; it
doesn't come out of itself, sweat girl, but
one of The fashions. Very fine flowers;
very bright, and very swee, ard very wax
l,ke-bu. still, my darling virgin. they are
flowers, sown in silk, cultivated by the
scissors, and penhei upon stiffness. No,
"A, all the sort of flower for my button hole
l can Tell YOU
Dear no! OF course not cried the VIC
ked Agatha c'arping her hands. 'Bessy is,
OF course, your hearts easp.'
'Mv dear little puss,' said Basil, i like
Be.-y, as said, because she hoest ,hlnk
herself too good for other people. for all
tha, I'm not good enough for her No, nv
h.n .b.l a.,
humility. it's safes.--shal Away, think
myself moi good enough for any woman ia
the world. When die, this is The cpl
,aph shall have grown over me- lie ros
so humble Of spirithe nercr lifted hi, thoughts
to marriage Reaisr 20 and do 'ikevi.s'
My dear strange Basln said MIS-. Jrri-
cho with an ncrLulnus laugh.
Shall endeaver to leave five pounds a
wear, 10 have the epiaph grown over me
in mustard and cress. Five pound. year
ma'am. To the sexton, 10 keep my memo
~ greer.',
Il wonder what Miss Carraway. would
say il s,e heard you But know better
said Monica. Il think. Ava ha, we had
be 'cr he.peak our posts as b,idemads.'
'WouIdn'. suffer it, my dear girls.' said
Basil. 'Ifever was 10 marry-,o, that
ever shall no, mo- shall walk through
the world wi h tina, mustard and cress s!ea.
Oily in my eye-yon shonl.ln'I come near
my wife. No, no; you're too good, too
fine, too embr'il Tered for the plain work of
ma'rinony. Bless Your l'ule pilagree
hearts, before you marry you ought 10 pen
form quarantine in colo, and serve seven
Yeas apprenticeship or'es and pnldnss.'