The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1853-04-09


Another skip and Il jump. Two wears
have become deiunct, reader, since we
met, and fear they were in debt tar
more than their administrators or as
signs will ever be able to Iiquidate A
bad bank, indeed, is Time for depositlng
the bright coin Of Hopes and affections.
and from lips OF despair have gone forth
the cry that Mr.. Present, the gentleman
ly cashier has proven detauiter, and
AIR. Future found to be not worth a
York, shilling,
Two years, say, have gone by and
in pleasant room OF the 'Mansion."
there sits lady friend, prnning, with
her delicate fingers, an epis'le; it may
not be polite to make extracts from so
private paper but as the authoress is
an old friend, we will presume TO do
so. 1t was to Henry c. Gordon, and
TO him as "beneiactor aud much es-
teemed friend" She states this is the
first time she had written to him and
that this pleasure is only INDUCED in,
from the fact that his communication
and "enclosed newspaper announce
ment' reached her few days since and
continues
''You refer to our conversation on
! the be ach Two years ago, in playful manner.
Vanity OF vauities, knew your nonsense was
all vanity; you saw me and was vain enough to
| think, task her for heart, Henry Gordon and
| she will give it thee .You thought
Jonas wasn't good enough for me" now lust to
think Of it; why Henry Gordon did not marry
Jonas heal, Uhe dear man,) and | wouldn't
give one little bit OF his heart for work basket
/ full Of Henry Gordon's proud ones.
But Henry you have now one worthy of YOU,
and | wish you and Ellen long life Of felicity,
| 'sWe live ut the Point now, and
see ont Of my window little 'IIonman' throw
! ing tiny snow balls 4! his father
"We have never heard of the 'Flyaway" but
the name was strangely on my fathers diving
! lips; he sleeps quietly beneath the old sycamore,
! where he wished to be laid and Today youns
] cedar was planted at his heatlslone, YOU Elay
/ know who by" ..Wi,h another Cod
bless you and your destiny, bid YOU farewell.
SUSAN H."
The old mans tale is done.
| The ''Point" is much changed now.
The Old Jail wall can scarcely he seen,
and the entrance to the dungeon has
fallen in, and there is hollow, grown
over with weeds where walked the kid.
nappers OF our story.
1t is said that friends from Baltimore
visited Mr.. Nender at the "Mansion
House, and we may surmise that the
lowly grave by the beach was often
visited and when the time came for
those friends to part, the tears shed vera
soon chased away by the sunlight of
happiness, and that each felt Fate had
been stern and unbending but yet kind;
and if sorrows ever came upon them,
they could see through that dark cloud,
the bright cheering rays Of Hope,-solt
messenger Of Divine Providence.
The old tree, | think Is blown down
long since, and the "chopper" who
hewed it to pieces, probably could not
discern the faint letters cut on its side
they were transcribed years before
the tree fell, and even then they were
indlstinct and partially lost. | will
give them, and bid you 'good-bye.' If
some of the characters do not suit the
fastldions, truthfulnesa is my only apol-
ogy.
"The Fisherman's 4AOme.''
''The Fishelman's gone; the cold wind of the
north,
Blows mournully now, over the old crumbing
heaih
The fire burns no more, where lis brightness
was known
And gloomy and sad is the Fisherman's Home.
The fox has his lair where we looked on thy
form.
And the owl flies now, where you sheltered
from storm;
And the Elk in the blast, and the Pines dreary
moan,
Speak of Hopes that have fed from the Fisher
mans Home.
But that Homes now dccayed; no longer tits
bright,
With the forms that he loved--his Old hearts
delight
But tits not he that mourns, for he's sleeping
alone,
And this grave Of the lowly s the Flshcrmnn's
Home.
No.-this grave s not his home; tho we kneel
by its brink
While our tears come thick and our souls deep
1y sink,
| No! he sleeps where the tomb is marked by no
stone
And deep in our hearts "a the Finhcrnan's
Home