The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1854-11-11
Original Correspondence.
For The Cecil Wig.
Letter from Blanche.
VALLEY FARM, Nov. 1854


DEAR MAuDE:-I always have tea carly on
Saturday evenings, but last Saturday had
it earlier than usual, and was sitting by a
cheerful fire knitting father a pair of mittcns
and waiting impaticntly for him to come
from the post office with the papers and let
ters: for | am always anxious to see the pa
pers, land sometimes if they don't come when
they ought to am so vcxcd | almost cry,)
but this. time was more anxious than usual
for felt almost certain The Wing" would
have something in it from you. When father
down my knitting. and opened it; and sure
enough the very first thing that met my eye
was Letter from Maudc"
The blanche" your fancy painted amused
me considerably: but when read what your
cousin Frank said about me was real angry,
and if had had him here when he said Wa;
six feet high and wore whskers, should
have been tempted to box his cars right
soundly for him. Don't you think he de-
served to have his cars boxed, or to have his
whiskcrs pulled at any rate, for saying such
ugly things of meg But then your cousin
Frank is just like all the mcn-hc "knows
the world" and is very wise lin his own cs-
timation:) so suppose I'll have to excuse
him this time. But I almost wish he
was here to breakfast some morning till
would punish him, by giving him some of
the incest buckwhcat cakes (every body says
make nice buckwheat cakcs) he ever saw
come smoking from the gridde And don't
know but what [ would to cure him of his
skcpticiSm (f he is right good looking and
clcvcr-is he, Maude z! even let him 90 with
me to help milk the COWS and make the but
ter. If he once saw me at the side of old
"Brindle" making the milk froth into the
pail, and afterwards helped me at churning
and making butter think he would. if he
has any heart, change his mind, and perhaps
ask ne to-forgive him!
You mistake the country girl, Maude,
when you think she is too busy or too domcs-
tic to become acquainted with the writers of
her time, or even to write to you. The gen.
uine country girl (now don't do me the honor
to suppose blanche" is the model y is up
with the lark in the morning-her milking is
done, her breakfast things cleared away and
all her other household duties done before
the dinner hour has arrived. 1t takes her
but little while after dinner, to wash up the
dishes, and she then has few spare hours
to read, write, chat with mother, take stroll
with some lively companion, or even to scam
per with Carlo through the fields and
woods. If you have brother you can coax
him to accompany you sometimcs-if you
have cousin Frank. like you, he will keep
YOU supplied with the choicest books; and if
you have neither, perhaps somebody else
but
Il am sure you have seen such country
girl so | wont describe her more fuly.-By
the way had just such a ramblc the other
afternoon as was going to tell you she some
times took. 1t was the first of November
and q beautiful day. The sun shone out
bright and warm. The light clouds occa-
sionally flying past, threw shadow in the
valleys while the hilltops remained in glow
of golden sunshine, and more beautiful by
the contrast-whilc over all was spread the
soft Indian summer haze. looked from the
window till could no longer resist the temp
tation, 50 threw on my sun bonnet, called