The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1854-03-25

want you to help me ARA -c his room: look
what beautiful flowers I've gathered for the
vases. lie will certainly come to-day, so
make haste Bel for we've great deal TO do.
Little Arthur has gone for the white rose buds
for my hair, for am to wear my white dress
my bridal drcss--Ivc kept it so nice ever
since he went away
And thus she talked and ravod: sometimes
She would come to me, the very picture of dcs-
pair. and tell me of Arhur's fate, but ofttncr
she sought my assistance in preparing for his
reception. We humorcd all hcrwhims, for so
the Doctor babe us do. One day helped her
arrange for the twentieth time, Arthur's
room. How busily she worked all tlay-anl
how happy she seemed TO feel. As she work
cd she sang low snatchcs of song, or laughe d
gaily, talking 50 hopefully, in her wildncSS,
of the future. She would often say:-'I kno,r
he will come tonight, | can almost see him,
and she would look with straining eyes, down
the road towards l.. She was usually eon-
tent withvascs of tlowcrS upon the mantle and
dressing table, but this day she wovc green
wrcathcs to hang over the picture frames, and
one also for the small image that graccd the
centre of the mantle piece. All was complete
at last, and then We adjourned to MaggicS
room to array the bride. AS | smoothcl her
raven hair and twncd the white buds among
the dark braids could not help weeping: it
seemed such cruel mockcry. Observing my
tears she would say:-'Crucl Bl to weep
when am so happy. have not cried these
many days She was dressed in her bridal
robe and seated by the window watching his
coming. Poor Maggie | thought it will
end as usual in WEAKNESS and disappointment
My sad rcvcry was broken by joyful cry
from Maggie:
lie has conc ! he has como let us run down
and meet him y
| looked and saw a footman approaching
who did, indeed, in form resemble Arthur, and
wild hope seized me. Turning to Maggie
said:
1T would he uns,cmly in a..brilc to 20 out
into The highway to meet her husband, L.
sides it may not he Arthur. Remain here and
| will go down and tell your mother
She obcycd, m,lrmuring cruel, cruel Bel
not Arthur; she thinks don't know Arthur:
and the words were followed by low laugh
of contempt. | sought Mrs. NJ.
1T is-it is my boy, my Arthur and she
went forth to meet him.
l returned to Maggie. As | entered the
room she sprang towards me, and Selling my
arm exclaimed: 1T is he, You dare not tell
ne it is not he nowo She was trcmhl ing with
excitement and her eyes seemed fairly blazing
with fire. ] replied:
1T is hc-but be calm Maggie
Cam-T might as well have strivcn to calm
the whirlwind. She dartcd through the door
and down the stairs. | folowcd-Arthur and
his mother had just entered. With piercing
shrek Maggie sprang towards him, and faint
ed i'll his arms. All that night and for many
succeeding days and nights, she lay PROSTATE,
| raving i'll wild dclirium. Arthur was her most
constant nurse. In her rawlings she would
| call wildly his name, but when he approach
cd, turn from him in fear and horror. For
many days tie angel of death hovcrtd near,
and we had all consigned her to the shelter of
his dark wing-all, save Arthur; he never gave
up hope but said through all, 'shc will live
He was right. After one dreadful night of
suspense to us, who watched beside her bed,
she awoke to life and reason. And to-day,
perhaps there is not a happier heart in the
Empire State, than that which throbs within
the breast ofAIaggic Monroe.
Her last letter solicits an carly visit from
me; what say you, Maudc, to accompany me
there next May!
Pcrhaps-but what became of little Ar
thur?
His Uncle adopted him as his own son, and
Maggie writes me, loves him as we'll as herself
and she almost worships the boy.
There, Maudc, you may close the box; I've
done with old letters for to-day"