The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1851-06-14
THE CECIL W HIG
To Readers and Correspondent,

0C7-On our first page to-day, We publish a
lengthy and we'll written letter from cores
pendent, long and iayorable known TO our read
ers. 1t gives pleasing account ofa trip to the
great West by the lake route.
o[5'-':Jenny" furnishes us with one of her soft
and gentle rhymes; and s'7he Mysterious Piae''
by one of our most regular correspondents,
weaves an old superstition into a very readable
and interesting sketch
DyBesdes the original articles on the outer
pages there is some good selected articles. The
chapter on haymaking in the "Farmers' Depart
mcnt'' is oppor,unc and contains some valuable
hints; and who can read the letter from the
youthful and dying wife without shedding a tear,
or the account of"Jake Short's'' first levy, with
out endangering some unsteady button whose at
tachrnent has weakened grown.
Gg-"Ths .dshlana Rhymer'' will be good
enough TO let US known his real name-lhen we
can speak of his communications.
0y-We shall publish The Valley Rose" next
week, and in the mean time hope to lave time
to write to the author.
C-y~The letter from :sFHz Wilbur" will be
printed next week.
GA correspondent, in private letter, thus
describes 'sPrairie:'
SIT is naturally as rich and as beautiful! as the
sun Of hearen can illuminate on earih; at least
such was my opinion as passed over it. Did you
ever see prairie? If not, it would be worth
your while to come all the way to the West to
see one. There are no very large praires in
Wisconsin, but there are some transferable
extent. went over one, (Rork Prairic.) and the
sense Of grandeur and subliniy that it impressed
on my mind is not communicable. Imagine that
long, long ago great ocean lay sleeping be-
meath the rays of an evening summer sun. and
while thus in profound tranquility ngedIed in
to land, and that, too, Of exceeding beauty and
fertility, covered with luxuriant heritage and
flowers of every hue-but ! am spelling the
Prairie-it cannot be described.'
lC~One's private correspondence often teens
with things well said; indeed, we have often
thought that the best compositions in the world
particularly those which treat of the loves,
hatrels, jealouscs, hopes and fears of the human
heart--lie hid among files private correspon-
dence. Below we give an extract from another
]etter-received just at the moment of writing
this--for the sake ofthe earnest abandonment OF
the language. A weight is resting on the heart
OF the writer, and cloud of gloom hangs over
him, which his Hope should not allow to annoy
him, and his energy cast of and dispel.
II would that, fresh as they grow. | coull lay
before you the thoughts and feelings which -four
i>i in my heart. would send out the Dove of
Fancy 10 pluck the olive leaf. fthe Raven OF
Despair did not sit cracking at every window OF
my soul. But have life enough left Ia BULL in
the high places ofmy heart the bontircs Of the
soul, calling to the proudest elevation of human
intellect the worshipers of her who is the Priest
ess of the sacred Past, the Prophecies ofthc Fu-
tnre. couli WRIT not sin words that burn
but language like flakes Of fire BURSTING out this
breast Of fame, should flash and glow through
the channels of song