The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1855-06-09
GI~Ierc is letter from Myra which
should have been printed last week.
VIOLET VALE, Nav 1855

VIOLET VALE, May 1855.
Mr.. Editor THE sunny Spring is here
ngain, silvcring the Vale. and making the
clear brook. waters bubble and sparkle as
they 90 lippling along through the rich green
that edges the narrow channel of the little
fountain S flow.
At last; it seemeth long, long time since
the bright blue blossoms faded. and the vel
low leaves rustlcd down to the withered turf
frcm tho moaning old trees that put on habit
im,ntsofwo for the death of Summer weather
Right welcome is the blue eyed, maiden
Spring, with its sunshine, smiles and wreaths
of roses, after the long gloomy wintry hours
Of sorrow and suffering. Poor Nell our
black-eyed, beautiful Nell,-we thought
when the warm days came again, and the
swcct-briar, clambering along the wall, watt
I'd its soft perfume through this open case.
ment, that her dear, low voice would never
more float through the dim chambers of this
sad and silent cottage! Day by day. we
watched her bounding step grow less elastic,
md heard, with aching hearts. the hollow
cough, and saw her round cheek lose its
Tlumpncss and bloom, and We fancied some
secret sorrow was crushing the life out other
young heart!
One eve sat beside her pillow, spotted
with the glossy, midnight rings of her long,
loose curls. Her faint red lips moved, in
slmhcr, and signing whisper revealed all !!
started up. Charlie was at the gate, Just
tossing the reins Of his charger, to Cato. /
dait,d down the stairs. and along the flower.
bordcrcd walk, and in three minutes. the last
saw of dear Charlie. he was flying along
the hard road with oceans of bright sparks
rising beneath the sounding feet of his dash
IN cta | hor md
when Nell opened her languid dark eyes, that
cold, starry night, they met the loving blue
ones Of walter the Proud ~
Happy Nell the rich crimson drftcd over
her thin. white face beneath his glance, like
maplc-fringc before warm wind gush
Walter called cousin My" to the bedside,
md constituted her Lady Confessor, I'LL
"ttll you the tale as twas told to me-" Wal
ter sought an interview. after the squarrel"
! told you about, long time ago, and was re-
cci,ed with apparent indifference. by the
spirited girl. Nell desired to bring him Glow
in the dust at her feet" as before stated. and
Walters pride rcpudiatcd such humility.
Trusting to the power Of her personal charms
she babe him 20, and absolved him from all
his VOWS. lie obeycd the naughty maiden,
and thereafter came no more to the Vale.
Ncll's pride and anguish preycd upon her
soul, and had well nigh shut, forever, her
now smiling and happy eyes She has learn
I'd that truly manly spirit is not to be
lnmblcd by even the destinations of fault
less face, and with her childish head upon
his circling arm, she gladly confessed her
folly and repentance. Poor Nell :! she has
been taught wisdom in the school of expert
,nce but it cost her dear.
Yesterday we all went down to the spring
and had q pleasant chat beneath the old will
low. walter the Proud" claimed the
incest patch of moss upon its thick roots,
for Nell, and Charlie picked every violet to
he found amid the fresh grass, at tins late
day, to twine i'll her ringlets; and heard
Walter half-whispcr. as he twisted them
thereamong. couplct from Colcridge's Chris
label >
s'To be with one we love.
Doth work like madness in the brain"
Charlie stole Paper (Which "turncd out" to
be copy of The Cecil Wing, by the way y
from DIR. Etherton's capacious pocket, as we
sat there in the shade, and read Maudc's last
letter aloud. Hon. would have loved to see
her and 'blue.eycd Blanche" there. have
the first meeting bet my glossiest brown
curl (thc most valuable piece of furniture APP
pertaining to my upper story it would have
been peculiarly interesting to Cousin Frank =
Hope soon to see that "Ghost" she's promised
Blanche. and won't she tell us what has be-
come of Ellen Grey!
Charlie is desperately delightcd" with the
songs of "that darling, dclcctable little war;
bier" Emma Alice, and has serious thoughts
Of flying off in certain direction this sum-
mer, and so has MYRA MYsTIc.