The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1851-05-03
For The Cecal Wing.
A SIX FITCH.

was going away on the morrow. l already
felt that sadness creeping over me which would
crush me next day. | began to be restless.
hurried from place TO place half unconscious of
moving. Every thing had at once grown in
tensely dear to me. A hundred objects | had
been accustomed to pass without notice, now
brought to mind many sweet recollections.
would hide myself in some iavorite retreat, and
call up every incident that made it dear.
How fondly did Iapostrophise stree and fow-
erH IO-morrow-and | see you for the last
time, and yet live! My footprints will be erased
from these paths-another voice will be heard
among these groyes-another hand will Gull
these hillside ftOWers-another eve will watch
these green slopes. But will tend no flowers
IN my new home that are not like these.
brooks learn to love must murmur like these.
And ii love the unfamiliar hills that cast their
green girdle about me, it will be because they
remind me of these. But can express in words
my emotions! Can | fashion into speech the
workings of my mind! When made my adieu
to these mute friends, had finished the most
sorrowful part Of leave-taking. Some friends
were with me who every moment were tenderly
showing their grief at my departure. But |
knew the lip that uttered its woe most eloquent
ly would soon renew its gayer tone. And the
unaffected sigh would hcave the anxious breast
but for season. Ahd soon they would all
all forget me, or if by chance my name was men
toned, for awhile they might say show much we
miss her. but this poor tribute to my memory
would give place TO colder compliment. They
prophesied future reunions, they recountcd a
hundred chances of meeting. But hope Dor
rowed no consolation from their hatterng
tongues. The sun went down, we all grew 81
lent. AT intervalsa subdued whisper stole over
some guarded lip.
How many glad hours had passed in this
room where we were seated! The specks upon
the wall-he zigzag cracks in the ceiling; which
board cfeaked as you trod on it knew it all
l looked back over the past and reassembled the
bithe parties it had once held. Involuntary
we began talking of the happy times we had
here. Each one furnished some anecdote. We
tried to live over again all our happy hours, as
II to make the future shorter, and each one was
to take some little incident of the same scene as
a Keepsake of the heart. After tea we were
Joined by some gentlemen, and | grew gay though
ne was not among them. They told Inc how
they would pine, and write sonnets. They
talked about the lost "Pleiad,'' and one, who
was foolish enough TO think himself in love with
me, grew really pathetic in his address. When
all were gone went to my chamber, but not to
sleep.-Thc night was cloudless but the moon
shone not. AT my window watched for sig
nal. saw 1t. | stole away to the lonelest spot
OF all, to listen TO voice | had missed in the
evening-to place my hand in one whose gentle
grasp had taught me to love. l was by his side
In moment. Then did my heart show its grief
we spoke not; why need WEI we moved not;
scarcely breathcd; loved, oh SO wildly loved
him; had no fear, no doubt. loued him.
did not hide my love from him, for l believed him
true. And when at last he spoke, oh how |
heard every whisper, as | sat with my head on
his bosom. He told me in lanpuau e al nronh-
ccy, how bright would be the future, and re-
Cured to the past in words all poetry. 1t was
nearly morning, chung to him wept bitter
tears-1 gazcd upon his face, II threw my arms
round his neck-I kissed his cold lips--I felt
deep shudder pass over him felt myself con-
vulsively clasped to his bosom.-IIis tears
dropped upon my cheek and mingled with mine
He murmured something, knew not what-we
parted.