The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1849-08-25
From the Lancaster Literary Gazette. I
TIE CONQUEST OF FAME,
BY Menta.

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! Tn n miserable howell far removed
fIom the scenes ofthe busy srreet-where
Time showed its livd imprint upon the
shattered wals--nto watch the light
found entrance through two small win
dow>, and even these lacked several panes
Of glass, whose places we're occupied by
tattered garments, telling but too plain
/ ~ TO the passers-by that it was the abode
OF poverty, with all lis coucomitan,
evils.
That is the home of CHARLES MEEvlLLn
u he furniture of the apartment was in
keep rg with the external aspect OF the
! place. stove III one corner, couch in
another, a Few chairs and table. in a
! dilapldate' condition, We're the primer
! pie articles; IN addition 10 which might
lie seen small collection OF old books
writing apparatus, sc.
1t is not my purpose to picture TO the
imagination of the reader sketch that
Is merely the off prIng of my own fancy,
but to portray reality-an event that
actually occurred.-I TRANSFERRED in the
year IS; and, no doubt is vet fresh in
the recollection OF many in the vicinity
where /! occurred and who, il occasion
required, would bear testimony to the
particulars associated with the singular
circumstance which l am about to re-
lat'.
But this is only he plot of my story,
which, perhaps possesses, little or no
merit; and my only de ire in no ing it.
is to inform s,y reader Of the remarkable
fate Of CHARLES MERvGILE.
at is useless Mary" said Charles one
evening, after wracking his brain severe
y-for he was writer OF some ability,
and earned scanty subsistence by pen
ming Sholt poems Tor the benefit of OH
ers; 'l' is utterly useless this continued
,tuggle against poverty. 1t wears my
splrlt-l Cannot thus torture my mind
for hire. Oh, that god like genius OF
the poor should come TO this-that |,
son OF song should, for mere prttance
demean myself by whiting stuff like
thlsn
"Alas." replied the fair creature by
his Slde@hls wife; calais, that love for
me should have brought this upon you.
81 would rather die with thee beloved
than live with any other upon earth.'
believe you, Charles; but still it
must ever be a source OF bitter griefto
me, to know that l have robbed you of a
parents SMILE" and a tear, coursing
down her cheek, told how truhfully she
had spoken.
"Cheer thee, dearest, cheer thee" re-
piled the husband, a. he pressed her to
his throbbing beat, and kissed the pear
ly drops away; 81 have scheme in
view which with The blessing of Heaven
| trust will soon Danish want from our
HEARTH
Rising as he spoke, he drew Mary to-
ward the bloken window; and the moon
light revealed the impression that care
had enstamped upon the husband coun-
tenance. HIS eye was sunken and his
cheek glowed with hectic flush.
"You are i'll, dearest" said the wife
tenderly "Retile to rest-'twlll invig-
crate you"
cts but eycit ,ment, that produces The
semblance of disease my Mary. Beheye
me, shall soon be well. Now, listen
to me, dearest: In my earliest youth,
my thoughts would ever and anon turn
towards the Stage. An Actors Fame
continued before my mind, and appeared
worth life lime Of toll:-and often
have L promised myself that, should
fortune withdraw her smile and
frown upon me, I would become an &C
tor-and | was confioeH, of success.
Think not that speak in pride-Heav-
en- knows I dc not. The time has come
when l am compelled to employ the tai
ents with which | am endowed. My
Creator would not have conferred them
but to be used-and it is right to use
them;" he continued, as he saw a shade
pass upon the countenance OF his wife,
as he spoke.
at is rot that I think it wrong, my
dear Charles" she observed; but is your
strength sufficient for the undertaking."
"Sutlicient for any undertaking that .