The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1854-03-11

eyes were blue, and she had soft light curlS,
and her mouth had more winning smile but
not so-but why tell thee this?
'Nay-go on, said, Il would hear more
| We'll, loved her and | thought she loved
ne. She told me so, and like the fool, man
ever is in s"ch cases, believed her. My faith
CT was then, as he supposed wealthy. He Of
frrcd me money, and knowing my Partially
for the West, babe me build my home whorcv-
or | chose. ! left for the west to be absent
for few months. | went TO select The spot
for my future homc--Cr home, for She wlcin
loved more tlian aught else in this world
had promised TO share it. | went, discovered
my Eden, which fan@;cd her presence could
make Paradise indeed. returned at the
end of four months-only for motifs Maggie
to find my bcrothed mai,iod-the wJe #
mytcndeIy bciored brother. 1t is not for such
as tEce TO know or understand the dark, BIT
ter feelings which then tool, possession of my
soul. turned away in wrath and disgust
from the face Of my fellow man. sought
the far west ana for years lived wild, rowing
life, far from the haunts Of civilization. One
nj sht, six months ago, was sleeping in my
lonely cabin in the wilderness; dreamed Of
my mother. | thought she came to me- there
in the forest; | stood in the door way of my
rude hut and saw her, while yet good way
off. She looked so worn and weary: her feet
were bare and Bleeding: she knclt ut my feet,
praying home Arthur, my boy, come
home. l have tollowcdyou these weary years
over rocky mountains and through painless
forests: must still go on, or will you conc
back my boy; my first born will you come
homcH Mother, | will comc'--and as an
swcred, aw"kc. 1t was ALI dream and yet
so real, that | turned my face homcwarl in
answer to that dr,am-call, and here | am. But
you weep Maggie-s it for me! Nay--I am
not worth one of thy tears, and yet Heaven
bless thee for item; when am far hence in
a strange land and my heart grows hard and
bitter towards my fellow man, perclIancc the
memory of these tears will rise up to soften
and sub,lrc its bitterness its hardness.
Heaven bless thoc; for these ;carS--thcy cause
ne to feel as have not felt lor many a year.
They restore to me somewhat ofmy oldcn con-
lidcncc in truth Nj are not falsc;-wuuld
| had net thee years ago Maggie
looked up through my tears to say:
Nor, YOU are !cSting.'
Nay; then my lie had not been so hard
my fate 50 biltcr-thcn, had been wistr
and better man
And yet replied, now that we have met
You leave me without thought
leave thee wihouta thought. If it pos
sible that thy pure warm heart could learn to
Irvine lovingly about such a cold, un!oyablc,
worthless being As me. Butno; thou coullst
not love mc-9n~--look Maggie, am twice
your age; my hair is already quite gray and
my heart is so old and worn and lmloying.
Dos't dream thou could love me anSwcr
me truly-speak Maggie
|. did not speak-thc spell Of silence was
again upon me; but looked into his deep
melancholy eyes. My glance, | doubt not,
rested tcndcrly, lovingly, on his pale, sad fta-
turcs-and then | fit sch rising in my
throat. My eyes grew blind with tears.
Enough, he said, Come !! and he opened
his arms reId
In few weeks shall be with you. Till
then Adicu !!
ITO be Coniaual)