The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1853-02-05
Correspondence Of tile Cecil Wig.
letter from "Maude.'
WHERE-AwAY, Jan. 26th, '53

.Ih' i'ilibh'--I MS Is an amusing WOf!U: TO
you not find it so? The other day took n
short trip in The cars. As we were passing .
farm house out flew small specimen ora dog.
and ran toward the engine. barking Turiousy,
IL was a little circumstance, but it made me
laugh heartily; for, it is so like puppies, lis il
notO to barh at things, altogether above their
comprehension
Yesterday, in company with some ladies and
gentlemen, took ride into the country. Pass
ing corn field in which there were about as
many stumps as cornSlaks, one ofthe COMPANY
observed that he thought The owner OF the farm
must be an indolenl body, else he would clear
out the stumps, or burn them up. 81 don't
agree with you. remarked a young gentleman,
sitting by my side; it is much better to let them
ret away, Tor then, they enrich the SOIL" |
glanced at him to be sure that he was in earnest
and then turned head quickly that he should
not see me laughing at him! All, well-at,er
all there are, no doubt, many others of the same
opinion. Indeed can think of quite number
of individuals who, il seems to me- are spending
Their lives ~ating for The stamps TO rot apaE
But from the contemplation of cornfeds,
turn we 10 subjects more interesting; i. G. Cor
respondents. "kelso"--gucss. he hasn't seen
Maudc's daeucrreolype, else he wouldn't BIZ
saying such sort-o'sweet things to her; and
"Otscrr~''--my head dropped Involuntary in
modest confusion, while | read his compliment
tary greeting, but when came to his sugces-
tion that Maude nigh; excel in the sentimental
line, ii was too much for my mirhfulncss. /
was forced TO laugh outright; not so much at
the suggestion. ms at a remembrance which il
awakened. The recollection Oft winters eve
ming when, Ghr we ather having moderately il
was raining fnriou:ly. was alone in my room
and thinking it an admirable opportunity for
lnhnIglng my sentimental fancy, hauled the
table in front of the fire, arranged the paper
before me, and dipping my pen in the ink held
it suspended, ready to commence wha, had no
doubt, would prove most wonderful produc-
lion.
Whena child hal decided fancy for maxi
ing rhymes, (altoociher destitute of even the
shadow of an Mco.) and sometimes hcsiated TO
indulge SAN tancy--lcSt, q had read the me-
mors of tho Davidsons.) might be too smart
so smart that should be obliged to sdie young:'
and at that time the thought o! death was very
terrible. And now to die seems very sad. To
leave this world, 30 filled with sunshine, songs.
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drnth in the darkSonc grave--to be torn from
arms that love 10 Irvine about us-to know that
parents SISTERS, brothers. and one, perchapcc.
dcarrr still than all others, will stand beside
our gave, their hot tears fall upon the sod tina
covers Us. Yet we shall feel them not. To know
that III tones of mournlul tenderness they will
call our name, but We shall hear them not, that
our books, and the things we loved will be laid
away-hidden from the light ia some dark
drawer. That even the 10 ok of hair, which
rested upon our brow. when the heart heavrd
lifted more, over the dim and souless eyes
thai even that lock of hair, moistened BY the
breath Of Deaths angel, as he pressed upon oul
forehead his kiss of greeting, will be wrapped
in siken paper, and consigned to some lonely
NOOK. to be drawn thence, now and then, wept
over and returned to its resting place. All!
II Is all very sad and dark, and glooIey. Why!
Simply because IRE uiH hare il so.
When this little house of clay now tenantcd
by my immortal spirit, shall be no longer need
ed, the spirit having zone ON its way. then bury
1t IN the fresh green carth--it matters little
where; but were | to choose, would say be-
meath some old forest tree, or beside some
ripping stream. Record my virtues upon
neither granite or marble. Look within your
own hearts! are my good deeds written there?
If not, then, have | none to commemorate.
After you have buried tins body, forget il, and
its resting place. What, longer, is it to YOU or
mel Do shudder and weep at the mention
of my name. "Maude''-you used to think il
sweet name when owned it; and now tina,
have laid aside the clogsing earlh-have risen
TO be m immortal, as my name will you not love
1t still more! And when you are gathered
about the fircside, upon a winter night, do no,
think of me as lying in the cold damp ground
with the snow upon my frozen breast. Do not
start with nervous fear, when the angry winds
dash the sleet against the window pane, fancy
ing that |, Maude, in my icy shroud am seeking
shelter from the pililess STORM Oh no! |
would hove You think ofme al home in Heaven,
amid countless throng of blessed ones, reoc-
ing in the light, and warmth, and love of our
Heavenly Fathers smile. would have YOU
think OF me as permitted, now and then, to
leave my bright home to revisit you, who are
still bound to earth. When gathered around
the glowing hearth upon a winter night,
would have yon say to one another: "This is
the hour that Minute loved best! This used ia
be her iavorite corner; and this the low chair
IN which she oftenest sat. Bring some book
she loved, and while we read and listen. il MAY