The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1851-08-16

tone and his neglect, and to attribute it
10 press OF 5usineSs--a want Of leisure.
At last a letter came from Colonel
D, who was then on duty in Texas,
confirming the truth Of all the previous
reports, and regretting the unfortunate
career of his young friend. When her
aunt read the letter, Lilly felt her heart
die within her, but she had neryed her
self for the worst, and she struggled with
her feelings, and resolved to bear up
and overcome love with pride. He had
been guilty ofinfdelty to her, and why
should she cling to him and think Of
him longer Lilly, gentle as she was,
was naturally Of "A proud disposition, and
she low determined to assume haugh-
~ bearing and laugh her love To scorn.
1t is an easy thing to curl the lip and
wear a proud look, and talk of ceasing
to love--ot overcoming love with pride;
but "A fearful struggled struggle which
they who have not experienced, can
form no list idea of, is going on inter-
nalIy. We admire the herosm of the
Indian who meets death at the stake
without finching. But his sutierings
are nothing in comparison with the suf-
trrings of those who wrestlc with hope
less and unrequitted love--who wear a
look of defiance, or a smiling counte-
nance, while tearing the withered ten
drills Of love from where they have long
chung and taken deep root.
Lilly from her childhood had taught
herself to look inward at her own heart
to depend upon her internal resour-
ces, and to consider herself equal to any
thing, and with determined will she
she now sat down to write to Arthur for
the last time; and then TO cast all thoughts
of him from her. In her letter she did
not uphraid him for his conduct, nor
revile him for his neglect, nor reproach
him for his want of faith. But she re-
verified to The past--to the beautiful
hours of their early acquaintance, and
then glanced at the joyous future that
once awaited them. But alas she
continued, ''the dream has fed The
rainbow that hung over us has vanished.
lou know the cause. 1t is decrerd that
our paths in life be separate. Be it so.
TO bear is to conquer our fate, and |
have conquered mine; for have learn
ed to bear it. Never write 10 me again.
Never. expect no answer to this. 1t
needs nome"
And now she was free. She had per-
formed her duty to herself and would
go forth and mingle with the world and
love no more again forever, She would
now be happy. But alas! from that
hour Lilly's happiness was at an end
her fairy palace was shattered in the
dust; the musicians wand was broken
up; the Ariel was given to the winds,
and the bright entertainment no longer
distinguished the land she lived in from
the rest of the barren world.
An evident change had taken place
in Lilly. She now went into society,
and to casual observer seemed to en-
joy the frivolitics and excitement oft
pleasure-seeking crowd. She who was
formerly SO shy and reserved, was now
all gaiety. She was the life Of every
company. Without her no social circle
was complete; and by her winning man
ners, and splendid conversational pow
ers, to say nothing Of her beauty, she
soon drew around her a crowd of admi-
rers. But she was not happy. The
past was too wildly before her. And
the murmur of stream--the sight OF
flower-the song of a bird-a cloud IN
the sky, everyday incidents, and to the
rest oithe world trivial onas, would AVA
ken in Ter feelings which she could not
with all her pride and all her resolution,
repress or control. Arethere not events
in the life Of every one Of us, which the
slightest circumstance will recall, and
which it is painful to remember
Which we strive to force from us, and
by our conduct induce the world to be-
leve we have forgotten, but which, IN
spite Of our cXertionS, memory clinSs
to the more iondly! Aye, there are
many such. Many we would fain for
get, but cannot. Each day would Lilly
nerve herself for the great struggle in
which she was engaged; but each day
would some new incident arouse the
smothercd feeling, fan it into new being,
and cause the pent up Etna in her breast
to burst forth and scatter the shoulder
ing lava of her affections on every side.
Often in the still, twilight hour have
| sat by her side, with her hand clasped
in mine, and drank in every word while
she related to me. in her soul-subduing
voice, some passage in her life.
"And," she would say, "the world
thinks me happy; but you who have
looked inward and studied yourself
know my feelings better. You, too,
hear me say my pride has conquered
my passion. But believe it not. have
tried the experiment but found it fruit