The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1853-03-26
SATURDAY MORNING MARCH 26 1853

less yet pasSnnless. thinking on the folles OF
the human race, OF the vice and degradation of
| soclely--and 90 forth into the haunts of men to
mln2ic with that society abhoried TO relin-
quish the pleasure of my favorte walks, and
move with the busting crowd; TO do all this and
tnd one friend. For friendship is the rainbow
OF life; bright star which CLOVIS more brilliant
! ly amid inrnsts st gloom.
| | departed--but spirit voice seemed to
whisper in my ears: 'sThou had better larry.'
Fool mailman that was, did not. Had ..an
! eternity OF agony" would have been saved Il
life Of eternal bliss would have been gained
| entered the world OF fashion and intelligence.
My boyhood companions hocked around me.
Other friends and friendships soon were formed,
and my heart reioiced at its decision. loved
The world then and The world seemed to love
/ me. became famous among men of letters;
years Of solitude had enabled me to study and
/ ponder all things WE'LL ! was a poet and PHI
lo>opher-a statesman and patriot--an orator
and musician. Men honored, loved nnd res
/ pecled me. | drew my sword lol Freedom:
fought and conquered, and upon the acclaim Of
Il rescued nation NY name was borne 10 Heaven.
was an enthusiast and spoke in poetry. New
trinmphs awaited me at every step, and already
had reached the summit of the 'tempe;'' but
Change 'came DER the spirit of this drcam''
i loved and was beloved. \ maiden dark
Notwithstanding; the ideal ola poets fancy
her face Is now present in my thoughts Long
years have passed by; "moons have waved and
waned' and still the look Of that blessed crea-
ture is before me--"it comes like single star
beamng DER sea of misery and crme"--the
one burning light above the dark dim horizon of
the past. II is hard TO forget the lighnine's
Hash which shlrers into atoms the ocean rock.
which blasts the mountain oak with lis decades
oil growth II is hard for the weary traveller to
forget the oasis in the desert waste which slakes
his thirst aud gives him lite, when worn with
WEAKNESS.
| commenced 4 new existence, breaihcd
new air, and burned with holirr fame.
now let my soul wander back TO those SinIe:s
days, and Stake my thirst at those well springs
of JOY and happiness. wrote verses filled with
the feet OF my beloved. was her s!ave the !
minister TO her wants, and the constant COM
panion Of her leisure hours. 1t was an eter-
nifty Of joy, a holy time, day ofHope. The /
horizon of the future shone with many radiant |
star, and years of bliss seemed opening before |
ME. Already my lancy-.-cycr roaming--iurn- |
ed 10 my fairy home; ''thc little isle on which /
my future days were to be passed, the rock on !
which my hopes were centred, and with this |
being "bright and beautiful" dwclt there
in happiness, Glowing only her ard hating !
no one else beside But the cup OF happiness
always ovcr-howS; the heart may he surchargrd |
with joy as well as grief; and this alas! cxpe-
Tience too soon proved. The scene was chang
ed and now ,hudder to relate what followed.
The rest is dark and horrible;--but must un-
fold the past. Aye its most fearful hiSlory--and
then my SuHcrings are ended. I must again
"aze on those scenes, though ali are tingel
with blood must stretch my agoniZed memory
upon the terrible rack--must tell thee all the
secrets Vi my life.
ITO be COniiHurl.1