The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1852-07-24

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lava, and my breath grew quick and
hurried.
| pressed nearer to her and stood near
enough to catch the covered cup of nee
tar but my courage failed me, and |
should have given it up as bad job, if
the little witch had not at that moment
held up to the bright moonlight an en-
qulsite little hand, with the very ring
had sent her, on the third finger. She
looked at the ring for a moment, and
then with quick motion, pressed it to
her lips. limo, amas, amomus |
could bear it no longer. In an instant
| had encircled her little waist with my
arm, and glued my lips to the sweet
creatures mouth. Ye gods and little
fishes! what a scream she gave!
She slipped from my embrace like an
eel, and sprang for. the open door. !
caught her by the waist again.
"kate ! Kate! don't you know"
"Bow-w-o-o-o-w and down | went,
flat on my back, with old Towser's dem
tai arrangements fastened to my
sholder.
"Get out, Towscr! Father, father
help! he'll kill him." cried Kate, who
had recognized my voice and the poor
girl was in an agony Of tears.
Out rushed Squire B., and loosened
me from the grip Of the dog. Rates
mother made me take off my coat, that
she mi GIT see the extent of my wounds.
They were not dangerous, and after
applying some ointment, the pain left
me, and took chair by the side Of
Mrs. B.
"Why, what in the world made you
scream so, Kate y said her father.
Poor Kate blushed to the tip of her
fingers, and said nothing, but cast an
implorlng G lance at me.
what was it, Jack I" he inquired
Why, the truth is, Mr.. B., when |
came TO the verandah, saw Kate or the
lounge looking so bewitching, that |
could not help taking kiss, and as |
took it without her leave, it startled her
SOMEWHAT
Squire B. roared with laughter, while
Mrs. B. looking at Kate with such a
comical expression, that she slipped out
of doors TO hide her confusion.
| went out moment after, and
found her in a little arbor in the rear of
the house.
"Dear Kate" said |, "forgive me,
and | will giveyou back that kiss stole. "
She looked at me moment, and then
turned her head away; but she did not
struggle violently when | repaid her
the kiss | had stolen under the verandah.
have kissed beautiful girls since,
but never found the zest OF that stolen
kiss. All! Kate!
The IMPATlENcE AND DESPAIR OF
You've LlFE.-we contemplate with
much amusement the numbers of wor-
thy middlc-aged individuals, cheerful,
respectable authors, or hard working
m en- of business-merrv old bachelors,
or happy fathers of famiies-all of
whom were in their youth the wretched-
est of mortaIs, talking perpetually of
" misery" and "selt-destruction." 1t
seems ridiculous now, but it was awful
ly real at the time. 1t is no more than
phase of mind which almost every
one goes through, Except those wor-
thies untroubled with any brains at all,
who generally pass through life quite
comfortable, and are the most "jolly"
people imasinable.) But for those 9TH
ers, whose spirits must meet and endure
this bitter ordeal, they should be dealt
with tendelly, and borne with patiently
until the trouble ends. 1t is the finer
portion of all finer natures; the restless
want, the vague aspiring, the perpetual
ly striving for perfection in poetic
dteamings-n idle love fancies, incon-
slant as air, each seeking after some
thing diviner or more beautiful, which
is never found; in knowledge, or in the
frenzed dissipation of pleasure, all
alike ending in nothing, until the only
truth of life seems to be that btterest
one of Solomon, the Preacher, "Vanity
of vanities, all is vanity!'' This is,
perhaps, the story of every human mind
in which shines one spark OF the fire OF
genius the story's beginning, bat than k
Con not necessarily its end. Many a
great, strong spirit has passed-and all
can pass-out of the cloudy void into a
clear day. Shakespeare, who must once
have felt, Or he could not have painted,
young Hamlet, reached at last the divine
height where, in the universal poet, we
lose all traces of the individual man;
and he who once wrote "The Sorrows
of Werter," lived to be that great Goe-
the who, from his lofty calm of eighty
two years, could look back on what was,
as near as any human life could be, a
perfect and fulfilled existence.-7he
Head Of the Family.
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