The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1855-06-23


fell upon 1t now my heart whispered Per
chance thou mayst look upon it never more:
never more, DER Swallowed by its kindly
branches watch the going downsof the sun,
while the dear arms of sister Lizzie are about
your neck and her darling head nestled in
your bosom"
Just then Lizzie stole softly to my side.
shall never fogct the sorrowful expression
of her sweet face MS she looked UP so anX-
iously, and tried in vain to tell me that the
carriage was ready. laid her head upon
my bosom, smooihcd the golden rinSlcts back
from her fair young brow. and weeping all
the while mysclf.'I kissed the tears from her
check and babe hcrsmilc one OF her own sun
NY smiles ere vert.
TIE household weIein the library, all gath
cred to bid me goodbye" My father stood
by the window looking out upon the meadow.
AS entered -hc turned and saw tear roll
down his check. 1t seems but yesterday
so distinctly docs every word and look come
back to me now. My father opened his arms
to embrace mo, but sinking at his feet muir
INJURED, NAY! bless me ere | 60" And
thcn-ah fancy that am now listening
to his voice, which trcmblingly uttered, inlay
the God of Heaven shield thee keep thee
safe from every harm-whcrcsoe' thy feet
shall wander, may His all-protccting arm be
about thee te uphold thee; may His smile up
on thee rcst as thou blcsseSt those who love
thee, 0 mayst thou my child, be best"
My mother Peaceful he thy dreamlcss
sleep. Dear mother! Gently blow ye winter
winds-softly murmur thou leatlcss willow
above her grave; and We stars of night look
tenderly, lovingly upon the mound meath
which rests the form which that morn clasp
I'd Inc in a fond farewell embrace.
The parting was ovcr-thc carriage door
closed upon me, and with great effort
checked my sobhing. and leaning from the
| window badc a silent farewell to my child
hood home.
And now had entered upon new era in
life. was married to him whom of all on
earth my heart owned dearest best beloved.
Our home was all that the most fastidious
taste could desire, and yct-shall own it
i was not happy. Arthur was necessarily
absent during the day, and was left to en-
what Il hayward fancy was mine. Instead
Of reading, writing or otherwise employing
myself uScfuly, thereby causing the tagging
hours to fly swiftly, too often sat idle in
dulging sad fancics and gloomy feelings. /
grew homc-sick-I missed the kindly, loving
smile which my mothers face ever wore. |
longcd to hear my fathers words of praise
and gentle Gliding, and more than all my
heart yeaIncd for the presence of Lizzie, my
| darling sister. 1t seemed so hard that ]
must give them up, and then would fall to
weeping over the sadness ofmy lot, and often
would Arthur upon his return find me in
tears and his heart grew troubled on my ac-
count. Thus year passed, and then lleav-
en- sent little angel to cheer me; darling
babe nestled in my bosom, driving hence all
gloom and sadness. ! used to sit for hours
passing my hand over its glossy little head.
examining its tiny hands and feet and look
ing into its clear dark eyes. Never saw |
eyes half so beautiful before. The hours
passed unhccdcd now; had no longer time
for signing or tears; all at once this world
had grown marvcllously bri hit again. An
other year passed, oh so quickly. Our
boy, our little Harry was the light of our
home and the joy of our hearts. He had
just began to walk and could lisp so many
baby words. How beautiful he was Short
bright curS clustered all over his head. His
eyes were the deepest, darkest blue, and his
sweet baby Taught was the sweetest music
that ever fell upon my ears. | had already
planned his ruture--had marked his course
from the cradle to manhood, and in the pride
of my heart thought what a noble man he
Will make. lie was my idol and he died.
Altho' many year has passed since we laid
his darling head in the coffin, yet still my
pen faltcrs as write the words he died. ,
In all his beauty and innocence he died.
Medicines were vain-praycrs and tears were
of no avail to stay the fearful hand of death
and--he died. And now night gathered dark
ly about me. My spirit was shroudcd in
thick gloom and would not be comforted
refused the acknowledge the wisdom and
.goolncss Of Him who never crrs. My rebel
lious heart would not submit-and for weary
days and nights, mourncd increasingly.
But awokc at last. Heavenly light shonc
in uron my darkcned soul The angel Of
peace, folded her white wings upon my breas
and the troubled waters grew calm and STILL
have since planted flowers upon moth
cr's gravel have wiped the dcath-drops
from the brow of my dearest earthly friend,
and seen his eyes closed in that sleep which
knows no waking, and yet, to-day l look
about me and feel that this is a beautiful
world;--it dwelling place for happy mortals
still not forgetful of that "bctter land' which
stretcheth greenly beautiful on the other side
of deaths darkly flowing river. Do not my
dear child nourish gloomy thoughts and sol-
rowrul feelings. Life is too precious to be
wasted in useless rcpinngs. Be content
with thy lot-gratctul for the blessings
which are so thickly about thy way, relnem-
bering
'sTho' dark and stormy be the night,
Calm and serene may be the morrow,
The cup of pleasure e'cr shonc bright
Without some mingling drops of sorrow"