The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1850-03-02

Although accustomed as had be come
to the marvellous tales OF the party, ! could
not listen unmoved to one which was re-
lated by very reserved man about TWEEN
ty-fve wears of age. He had sad, with
cred face, and cold staring grey eyes.
HIS hair was thin and straight. He moved
about as if impelled against his will, or sat
motlonless as if pinioned to his chair. He
never smoke, and if addressed, he did not
at intervals calculate as most persons do,
nor did he assume that air OF attention by
which listeners, however dull, fatter a
speaker.
One evening we had gathered about the
fire, and each was quietly fixing himself
III his iavorte attitude, when that voice
We had so seldom heard that it startled us
at its almost unknown accents, articulated
in the following language:
"1sn't it my turn to tell a story to-
night"
EYES" said we, after we recovered from
our establishment. He paused moment
during which glanced at his face, but
the tlre-light was SD FAINT could not dis
tlnSulsn us expression.
"rhc scene Of my story is not far from
this-thc time was the fall Of l9**-the
actors were youth and the lady OF his
love. The sun was set That girl though
wondering why he urged her to walk
with HIM in that lonely place, chung to
his arm as of old, and though she reuc-
family rambled there, talked and laughed
in gay tones. They talked of flowers, for
he loved them, and they were to his eye
the smile on Natures brow-the images OF
fancy mingled with the reality of exis-
tsnce There was nothing terrible IN the
blackness of the broad waters, nothing in
the roughness Of the path which led with
uncertain footing to the height. The lone
illness OF the place was not oppressive, and
that awful stiffness of the nlsht-Heaven's.
how sweet would have sounded strain
upon bugle, Thereon the echoes of a
trumpet, leaping from rock to rock, or
murmering in the glen or crossing with
noiseless tread the river, to burst glorious
ly from the opposite cliffs.
He talked OF the future and he said
"custom demands all that we crave. Deny
the Indian what he desires and he is UNI
happy; deny the civilized man his wishes
and he is unhappy, neither wishes for that
for which the other pines, and yet both
are men. How different their inclina-
tions, pursuits, appetites, and aspirations
Why can we not renounce the appe-
tites and habits which society has created
IN us, and retire to some spot where no
human loot has ever been, far beyond the
sight of every evidence of sorrow and van
ity-to live where no overlapping pal
ace makes us envious OF its occupants. and
dissatisfied with our humble home-where
all that reminds one of mankind lives IN
thy smiles, thy words, thy beauty. As
tronomy may walk among the stars-spec-
ulation may wander to the farthest limits
of human credulity, lean over the. bounds
OF perception and stare into the unlnhabit-
able abyss, but they return to the world
weary and more sad and unsatisfed.
We would pitch our tent upon lonely
shore-drink from a fountain beside whose
sparkling brim none had stopped before us
---gather flowers where none before had
plucked and, dearest, we would breathe
the air never polluted by the lungs of
others. whose pure particles slept upon the
bosoms of roses. There, none to disturb
us-none to fear-none to hate-none to
hate us-none to slight us or sheer at us
none to look coldly-llke too glad waves
we'd chase each other over the green
sward. And then at night our dreams
would be alike, for we would lock at the
same objects-love the same-tread the
same paths--bathe in the same pool-di-
vide each drop OF water, each morse Of
food between US; thus, in dreams when