The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1852-05-15
SATURDAY MORNING MAY 10 1852
TIE COUSINS

One OF the best stories we have late
ly read Is entitled "The Cousins:,, A
country tale from the chaste pen of Miss
Milford. The whole istoo long for one
paper, and it is story which it will not
spoil to divide. So we will sum up the
first part in few words, and then give
the denouement in Miss Alitford's own
beautiful language.
Lawyer Wordsworth was a rich land
lord in Cramley, the native town of Miss
Milford. He had two daughters, to
whom his pleasant house owed its chief
attraction. Agnes was beautiful wo-
man, Jessy was a pretty girl. The fond
father intended that Jessy should marry
a poor relation, one Charles Woodford.
Charles had been brought up by his UNI
cle's kindness; and had recently return
ed into the family from great office in
London. Charles was to be the imme-
diate partner and eventual successor to
the tlourlshing business of his benefactor,
whose regard seemed fully justified by
the excellent conduct and remarkable
talents OF the orphan nephew Agnes,
who secretly entertained an affection
for Charles, was destined by her father
for young baronet, who had lately
been much at the house.
But in affairs of love, as in all others,
says Miss Milford, man is born to dsap-
pointment. "Lhommc propose, It Dieu
dispose" is never truer than in the great
matters of matrimony. SO found poor
Mr., Mol-sworth, who -,Iessy having
arrived at the age Of eighteen, and
Charles at that of two and twenty-oN-
cred his pretty daughter and the lucra-
tive partnership to his pennilcss rela-
ton, and was petriIied with astonsh-
ment and Indignation, to find the con-
nection very respectfully and firmly de-
clned. The young man was very much
distressed and agitatcd; he had the high
est respect for Miss Jessy, but could not
marry her-he loved another! And then
he poured forth a confidence as unex-
pected as it was undesired by his incen-
sed patron, who left him in undiminish-
ed wrath and increased perplexity.
This interview had taken place imme-
diatcly after breakfast; and when the
conference was ended, the provoked
father sought his daughters, who, happi-
~ unconscious of all that had occurred,
were amusing themselves in their spen-
did observatory, a scene always becom-
ing as it is agreeable to youth and beau
ty. JeSsy was fitting about like but
fly amcnc the fragrant orange trees
ma bright gcraniums. Agnes was stand
ing under superb fuschido, that hung
over large marble basin-her form and
attitude, her white dress, and the CLASH
cal arrangement other dark hair, giving
her the look of some nymph or naiad, a
rare relic OF Grecial art. Jessy was
prat'Iing gaily as she wandered about,
of a concert she had attended the eve
ming before.
81 hate concerts,' said the pretty lit
tie flirt.-"I'o sit bolt upright on a hard
bench for four hours between the same
two people, without the possibility of
moving, or speaking to anybody, or any
body's getting to US! Oh! how tiresome
it isl"
81 saw Sir Edmund trying to slide
through the crowd to reach you," said
Agnes, little archly; ''his presence
would, perhaps, have mltigated the evil
But the baIrlcade was too complete; he
was forced to retreat, without accom-
pllshing his object.
yes, | assure you, he thought it very
tiresome; he told me so when we were
coming out. And then the music!"
pursued Jessy, "the noise that they call
ed so; Sir Edmund says that he likes no
music except my guitar, Or flute on the
water; and like none except our play
ing on the organ and singing Handel on
a Sunday evening, or Chas. Woodford's
reading Milton and bits of Hamlet
"Do you call that music % asked Az
mes, laughing. "And yet" continued
she, cit is most truly so, with his rich,
Pasta-like voice, and his fine sense of
sound; and TO you, who do not greatly
love it for its sake, it is doubtless a plea
sure much resembling in kind that of
the most thrilling OF melodies on the
noblest Of instruments. myself have
such qualification in hearing that voice
recIte the verses of Homer or Sophocles
in the original Greek. Charles w ood-
ford's reading is music"
at is music which neither of you are
likely to hear again." interrupted Mr..
NJ ellsworth, advancing towards them;
"for he has been ungrateful, and have
discharged him."
Agnes stood as if petri6ed. "Un.
grateful Z! oh, iather!'
"You can't have discharged him, to
be sure, papa" said Jcssy, always good
natured; "poor Charles what can he
have done Z"
"Refused your hand, my child" said
the angry parent; refused to be my
partner and son-in.l law, and fallen in