The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1851-06-14
For IHe Cecil Whig.
TIE MYSTERIOUS VINE.


THE MYSTERIOUS VINE.
BY THE AUTHORIZE TIN LITTLE KID sigrrER &c
The gorgeous rays OF the declining sun stole
through the window, and trcnhcd Il moment on
t pale face of tie invalid, lighting it up with a
Stan"c uncarlhly lustrc. Raising herself on her
pillow, she exclaimed in her calm, spiritual
Voice
"Opcn the easement. and let me gaze abroad
once more on the beautiful scenes | have loved
so much-and let the Suil brrezc fan my burning
brow, and play among my hair.''
Poor Lizzie! for six months She had been con-
lined 10 her chamber, and the greater part Of the
time TO her bed by consumpton-that most de-
ceitIul Of all diseases, which is annually carry
ing hundreds Of the loyelest and most gifted Of
our land to the tomb. During her illness. she
tad often expressed a wish TO be out in the
woods and fields, pluckng the summer flowers
ana listening TO the melody of the birds; but
never before had she spoken in such an earnest
and animated tone.
The evening was one in early Ortobcr-an
evening oiuncommon beauty and milincss. The
trees were putting on their Autumn gOrv-the
meadows were fast changing to serc and yellow,
and all nature wore q melancholy but pleasant
aspect. II was gratifying 10 hear Lizzie express
so earnest desire 20 enjoy its lovcincss; and
as we flung open tn" cascment our hearts eapcd
with at the thought Lizzie was SO much bet
ter--that she might yet recover.
We propped her up in bed with pillows. and
for some moments she thus rccIincd, absorbed in
h own ref ions. Then, alter drinking in
the beauty of the scene as she eazcd through
the opened window, she said in n voice more sad
more spiritual, and, if possible, swecter than
ever before
cts lovely scrne--hut must soon leave
it. am ready---tor | feel | am going home
The vine has nearly wihcred-is even now rap
IDLY whitening; and this is the last sunset shall
ever behold. am ready 10 leave the friends |
have loved so much; for will meet them, | hope.
again in a brighter and better world. Death
does not come to me unexpected; for have long
kncwn when the vine withrred should be sum
ned home. And | have hnotcn and teu for
months, ii has been whitening daily"
Our hopes were changed to fears. For. we
had never heard her talk so wildly, and vet so
seemingly rational before. And we now knew
her momenlary return Of strength was, as is fire.
quently the case III consumption, the harbinccr
of dissolution.
The sun went down; and she sunk back on
her pillow exhausted. Anxiously, trembingly
we crowded around her bed. watching her every
MISUNDERSTANDING TO her faint and easy breath
ing. The night passed YEARLY away, and the
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Oh "Hat was paS$ihg--ana only occasionally
"hislere" a le" almost inaudlhie words. Every
nloH''nt Oh l.at Gay we expected 10 BE- her last,
iof h'f breathing became gradually FAINTER and
fainter. and when toward evening she sunk into
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ny la'hcT ;, my lh"'her,S ana my thfce sisters
del'h. Nheh am oeaa open thc CONN OF my
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hel;or" me- e' amd obnt ~, J J; ~ YOU
have long known that vino springs from the