The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1853-04-16

Nh. EDIToR:-Since last wrote YOU
| have taken my first "sea voyage"
We had been out but few hours when
a storm came on, and, ough! how our
little ship did roll and tumble about.
The blue waves become SO swollen with
rage that they looked like huge noun
tains, proudly rearing their heads and
shaking their white locks in defiance. 1t
was subimely awful--the scene, and
my fears tho not few, did not prevent
me from enjoying its orandeur-but
sea-sicllness soon did; and there | lay in
one corner Of the ladies cabin, unable
to hold my head up for an instant -and
listened to the angry waves dashIng
against the sides of the vessel, which
was tossing wildly upon their heaving
bosom. Presently the rain came pour
ing down, and the sound Of it, falling
upon the upper decl, Soothed me--caIm-
ed my fears; and shutting my eyes |
dreamed that | was child listening to
"the summer rain upon the garnet roof"
and tancying as then, that troops of an
gels and ialr1s were met together, and
twas the tall of their tiny feet which
made such heavenly music. Not long
since | asked correspondent (vou are
not the only one who has "correspon-
dents" you seq why it was that the
sound OF the falling rain filled the soul
with sweet, hoIy and joyful emotions,
| md iIIc I, ltIf 10
thing 10 tell why the patter of the rain
on the roof fills the soul with emotions
Of beauty and truth. 1t does not effect
all persons thus. The old Farmer seated
at nightfall in his rustic chair eXhaling
the fragrance Of his pipe, smiles at the
weeping clouds for in each drop is mir
royed rustling blades and ripenng ears.
And the pert, fashionable Miss, goes into
fit Of sulks because if the rain contir-
ues she cannot attend the concert. with
the simperng moustached dandy, who
called upon her in the morning, This
would seem TO teach that the mood
awakened by the music Of the falling
rain, depends fol its character upon the
persons mental habiudes. But there
is something more involved in this ques.
| ton and | am at loss for words to eX-
press the ideas which are floating through
my mind. You are aware that all soft
sounds, However produced cause an emo
ton half joyous, half sad. Thus, the
gentle murmur of streams, the low soft
tones OF the human voice, the rustic OF
nlghl-winds among the leaves, and all
similar sounds produce these influences
But why! Perhaps this is the reason
Our minds are full of activity and ever
grasping after some hidden good; anc
out of this continual strife grows the
idea of rest and an earnest longing fol
its enjoyments. Now quiet is an ele
ment of rest, and these low breathingS
tell the soul to hope on-aud that voice
causes gladness. But the soul remem.
bers that much remains to be done, and
this memory brings sadness. All sad
ness is holy and pure, and thus the ina
ges which come to us then are Of The
beautiful and true. Nature is full o
these utterances, which are the under
tones of the worlds harmones-ano
when the heart is in sympathy with ma
ture, it responds to these voices as TIL,
harp gives out its music to the touch o
the evening zephyr. And that these
tones often gain power from association
they recall the voices of love which
cheered the early hours of life-and We
half sigh as we think of the past and thu
nor of what we have dreamed and wha
we feel"
But | must stop short off for 'Biddy
has just brought me a card, with the
name of the writer have just quotec
penclled upon it. How true the old ad