The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1852-07-17
For The Cecil Wing.
Letter from the Country. No. 4.
THURSDAY MORNING, ia

Two or three days ofli9hlnng and thunder
ing heat which oppressed the hills and valleys
of the Elk during the last fortnight, and to-day
is pleasant and mild as a balmy morning in May.
A sweet breeze Just strong ENOUGH to make the
leaves tremble, flies softly along the meadows
and steals with welcome breath through the
windows, tcmperng the rays of the sun, which,
falling on the lawn, make the raindrops, that
lin"cr since the gust Of Yesterday, glitter and
glinmcr as though a shower of tiny stars had
fallen there.
Now revived and happy all Nature seems.
The orchard leaves, as the wind plays through
them, seem chipping their hands with oladncss,
and the growing corn stretches up It's tall blades
TO the sun and rcjoiCcs; long wilhercd with
thirst, since the rains fell, like traveller re-
ircshcd, 1t starts anew and vigorously on its
journcy--its journey TO caring time and ripeness.
The birds are singing their nerricst songs. The
stcaIthy catbrti dal!ies and chants song to pay
for the ''iorbidden fruit" it is about TO pluck
the oriolc darts like golden arrow from tree
TO tree, andthe partridge sis On the taIlcS fence
post to whistle his shril :'bob-whitc."
The hay-mcn, who had rested during the
days OF clouds and rain, are aiicld again. The
| ciatter of whetstoncs upon scythes comes up
from the meadows like confused sound Of
many cytubals. Boys with busy forks scatter
the fresh cut swaths out to the sunshine and the
drying hay sends pleasant ira.rance forth or
the air. Later in the day the revolving horse
rake-thanks TO the dusky son of Africa who
first had such an idea-wiIl gather the hay To-
the "ptchers,' and The patient oxen will roll l.
off. slowly and steadily, in great loads TO the
"mow."
How all seasons have their uses. During
the Try and burning days preceding the present
week, the ..cradles' and reaping hooks of many
a stalwart band glltcred in the sunlight, and
many host Of bearded heads were laid low be-
fore their advancing trcad-thc waving fields
Of grain were gathered into The shock. or into
the barn, and many a hone there was for a few
more bright and glowing days. but man, and
beast, and bird, and tree and vegetation all
were painting and dropping with the heat and
! thirst, and so the glorious rain came down to
cheer them all; and now the couatly has one
universal wish for weeks bright-sky and warm
sunshine.
| How busy and yet how quiet it is out here in
the country. The bird-songs that trill in the
trees around my window disturb not this quiet.
for they would charm me to slumber at this
noon-hour of rest but that am writing this
letter. We have no chaiiering here over one
cent wares as in the town; no carriages hurry
ing by; no swift street-walkers with head down,
in ''study brown" Gas they would have YOU
thinlD no lazy groups, laughing loud at idle
tests, or sarrulous in political wraneles.
And yet we are not wholly lost to politics.
We noticed that democrat proclaimed that Gen
! Pierce knew no North. no South, no East, no
! West; and that thereupon a wing discovered a
striking coincidence in that no North, no South,
no East, no West knew Gen. Pierce. And we
noticed-but this letter has grown long enough;
so next week will tell you, Messrs. Printers
and Readers Of The Wing, some other things of
which we Of the country are taking notice.
OLD Quill.