The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1853-02-12

haze of that still June evening, in the
little white cottage porch, with the soft
stars entering in the deep, sclear azure
of southern summer sky, holding their
tiny tapers to the young moons silver
car, as it swept along the broad, blue
meteor.track that spanned the distant
heavens.
Methlnks see her now, as in that
balmy hour, with one fair rounded arm.
peepng out of the pure white folds of
her muslin robe, thrown over the hush
ed guitar, whose last soft trembIe had
tloatrd lightly off on the hatterins wing
OF cooling breeze. Her large. dark
eyes were lifted dreamily to the radiant
heav ems, as Though the young spirit Of
the sweet warbler had gone up on the
rich gushes of its own melody, to revel
an the cline Of never cras,ng, song The
tender, green coils ofthe clustering VINE,
that crept up the slender pillars of the
little portIco, and swung from the low,
brown caves, twirled and twisted amid
the round rlngs of her long. black curls.
She was beautiful, sweet Flora Fay
al the bud of gir!ish ianoccnce-beauti-
sus as the ideal OF poets widest dream
-''the on v child of her mother and
she widow" and beauty was her ON
ly dover.
Edith" she said, softly; lifting one
taper finger to large, full star, upon
which my own eyes hal long rested,
and laying a hand gently upon mine,
Edith, there is my destiay-star; choose
darling, which shall be yours"
Laughingly pointed to little gem
that lay sparkling nearest her own, and
called it mine.
"Alay they shadow forth coming events
by"
She ceased, for a low sound, we'll
known, came up on the periumed AIR.
from the swinging cotage-gatr, and |
looked roguishly into the Frightened
eye, and smiled provoLingly at the deep
: ching rose on her rounded cheek; for
l,new it was the loving heart, that scnt
: he culver 10 the small white hand
t which lay upon mine.
A tall, manly form was shadcwcd IN
, the moonlight's gold on the pebbly
: walk, and the visitor stepped lightly up
on the vine latCed porch.
, The blush:ng maiden yielded to the
=: strong arm that stole around her ght
e form, and her full, cherry lip was PRATT
f ed with loves own token-tor was
e but child and they needed me not.
Long they sat in the holy hush ofthat
s starry night-the proud lover and the
h brautliul bride betrothed; but shadow
q lay upon either brow, for the morrow
r. sun must dawn upon the departure of
n Edward Earle TO a distant land.
o A "sudden parting, such as crashes
, the life from out young hearts" but
the manly lip of Edward whispered
q hope to the fearful one, as she leaned
her bowed head upon bis shoulder, and
dreamed Of days of absence, sad and
dreary."
The bright moon wheeled her swift
chariot behind heap of clouds, piled
high in the heavens, and pushing back
the dark, thick ringlets that fell in a
shower over her face, he kissed again
:. and again her cold white cheek and
= brow--and was gone! Six long. weary
months must elapse, ere he should re-
turn to the home of his childhood and
to his early love, and what changes might
1t not time effect during the lone interim.
But duty called him to the sacrifice, and
+ her mandate was ever sacred to Edward
d Earle.
Weeks rolled on, and messages of love
and remembrance came from the lone
wanderer. Full oft did peep into the
little letter.box for the white signal; and
if, happily, it looked me in the eyes,
from behind its transparent prison house.
with trembling hand seized upon the
precious missive, and event on my way
rejoicing" with the honev.ireigh
thing snugly slowed away in my book.
E bag"-that indispensable appurtenance
! of frolicsome child, daily "creeplng
like snail willingly to SCHOOL,
o, the memory of those days, when
!. we trudged along the shaded walks of
t the dear little village off to quiet nook,
. where the old brown school-house nes-
l tied down IN great green clump of ma
. pies and tall old elms-when the merry
r shout of losy-cheeked girls and little
} jacketed urchns went up in a glad gush
through the interlaced limbs, that form
S ed pavilion over the grassy play
' ground!
r There was the little desk beside the
wide window with its broken panes ank
close shutter, bearing many stripes of
black and blue upon its time-stalned
face. 1t looked down apon the wild old
pond, where the merry birds chlrped
and sang so OF sweet spring morning;
and through it the breath of wild ross
and honeysuckles lloated from ..,e fresh,