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

walked I too would start-sleeping or
waking we would be as one, or as divided
halves which hated to be apart. We
would guess each others thoughts, and
when separated look each toward each,
because we looked on all we loved on
earth"
Thus did he speak and she with quiet
sheer did listen, not unmoved-for there
was in his tone charm which held her
soul, and power which graved upon her
heart his words. She tried to believe an
other could think more sweetly than this
one talked, and felt she loved the other
more, because she heard these strange
dreams. They had reached the summit
which reared from the waters like the
head and shoulders of some huge monster
who was pausing for breath, in struggle
to heave from the waves that seemed TO
suck him back, his feet scattering the
s,rirHng masses of foam, as he scrambled
up the brink that kept breaking under him.
The moon rolled heavily throughthe fields
Of clouds, which like black islands cluster
ed in the heavens, and stars were seen
around their edges like lights burning in
the gloomy homes of the Islanders. The
lady wished to 60 back, insisted upon re-
turning; she felt sad and ,rembled, and
yet she knew not why. Often had they
stood there-twas there he met her first,
twas there he swore he loved her, twas
there she said she loved HIM, twas there
but no matter. He clutched her arm,
and fixing his eyes on hers, asked in sad
yet fierce tone, ifshe loved him yet. His
, face was ghastly white-his eyes were
staring and the expression of his counten-
ance was unlike what she had ever seen.
True, at times, he talked wildly, but new
err had she felt so strangely. She tried TO
smile and IN faint tone said, "come,
come, you know | love you," yet she did
not look into his eyes.
"When first loved you, was a boy
in years - / had not learned the secret of
sociability-I was stunned when tried to
be most agreeable, sneered at when most
oblging iorsaken by those towards whom
| was most friendly. In vain did l offer
the friendship OF an honest heart, it was
neglected for more snowy attachments.
The growth OF sociability was retarded,
wthered, deadened, by chill which they
threw over me. Then it was that dixie a
scorpion girt by fire. l turned on myself
and s,ung to death the living sentiments
which nestled in my heart. You are not
regarding my words-'is the way OF the
world-thcre may come time, when the
hate of hardened heart shall grind into
their immcdicable souls; when the lakes
of their glory shall be swallowed up in
the sea OF NINE. have had many emo
tions-of grief sometimes, and Of joy at
others-and many inclnatons, expiring
to-day and reviving tomorrow; all is
change III this tickle bosom. There was
"A time when thy smile could sway me,
row thou hast no power, thy teals none
nome"
1t was fearful picture. Motioness on
that high rock they stood. Her mind a
chaos OF unsubstantial thoughts, fuctuat-
ing through all the unrevealcd changes of
underlined creation, gravltating TO no CEN
tire. His, fair creation crushed and
wrecked. She was trembling, but she
started at 10 fitting shadow--no sound of
the deep baying waters, no rustic in the
gloom Of the trees, because she feared him.
She was frightened--I cannot use his tone
Nor the snrcring of a wounded heart as
it divulgcd its love to the unworthy OBJ
ject.
al loved YOU and you pretended TO re-
quite that love. In the deep chambers of
my heart was lit flame which called to
view feelings before unseer. The writing
upon the wall in the palace OF the soul,
was interpreted by fond fancy.-My
heart was shrine and the images which
an idolatrous love gathered in it, were
modelled all like thee. The sacred words
which were whispered there were taken
from thy language. OF thee I thought
with an intensity which made me see thee
in the sweet heavens-in the fowers-in
the filmy depths of the waters; and
heard thee in the wind and was reminded
of thee by the sound of soft instruments of
music. And yet YOU loved me not--no
-no--I haec-ah-it is not madness.'-
She clutched his arm tightly, and whis-
pered 'the night is chiIl;' what foolish
exclamation. Her heart was colder than
the eternal hills OF ice."
The narrator was frantic-his words
were not half so stirring as the change
in his tone and manner. The preceding
speech of the crazed lover was uttered
with an earnestncss of articulation,
which curdled our blood, and forced up
on US the thought that he was that ma
MAC. Another would have spoken OF
the scenery-the winds wrapping the
clouds around the cold brows of the moon.
but he seemed occupied with these two
beings, their thoughts and feelings he
described as if he had felt and perceived
them ALL and was translating-how