The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1855-05-26
Corr spondencc of The Cecil Wing
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one always like to takea hand, so as to
make an even game. notice that your
correspondent "lIojor Jack" has two learned
opponents, 1.-THE king and left bower,) against
Nhim, and unless he has help from partner,
they will steal ma rch on him: however the
Jack is the best in the pack and "spcaks for
himself"
After what Censor has said feel afraid
to state how many dwellings we have in this
place. | would like to know how many he
requires to make village. His grammatical
opinions don't bother Inc the least; hope
| you will not close the columns of The Whir
against your correspondents, because they
may happen to make some grammatical
errors, but let them have chance for i'm
| provcment.
| The next effort will be to prevent us from
convcrslng, unless We can speak grammatical
tfy and give rules for all we say: then instead
of the familiar salutation of "IIow do YOU do!
are you well - we will be compelled to say
"liow art thou nrt thon well Z" &c. |
| would only remark that il has been the opln.
| ION of some great men, that honest nature is
ahead OF all your grammarS, and rs the poet
Burns scnsibly remarked -
What's all tho jarSin of your schools.
\ Your latin names for horns and .tuu's
If honest natrre made yon fools,
What's all your gr"mmars, &c.
Ihope that ".ucjor luck" will take 1.-THE
scales from some Of your correspondents
! eyes and show them sight of Mechanics
Nillc." 10 convince tholn that it is Il place
VT considerable Importance. and of mochanl-
cal skill, only need state that great many
useful articles are manufactured there: thou
sands of bed pins and hundreds of hay rakcs,
have been turned out per year by Mir. Josiah
Moore, and the cabinet shop is carried OH by
Mr.. Amos Moore an ingenious mechanic.
As TO "llound Hollow" one would sup
Mose that the property there is more valuable
than represented by your correspondent.
from the way that the ne ghbors have con-
tended with the present owner, (who by the
way, is as good lawyer as they can pro-
duce) for small strips Of land and water
rights. Yours, &C., \ NllLAGEs.
! 0TThc Wing is made the medium of the
I following letter to our correspondent 'M'UDE'
Nho has left here for her home in New York:
MAY 9th, 1855.
My Dcr Mcpde When arc you going to
tell that ghost story you promised us in your
letter written from the odd Dominion" near
I y
and as you wrote you sat watching the blaze
play on the hearth and the grotesquc slIad-
ows on the wall, and promised that at twi-
light some mild evening you would tell Inc
the story as twas told to you. Now May
with its blossoms and flowers and green
leaves and singing birds is here, and the
evenings are all mild, you have not as the
bcaux say when they wish to he polite,
Favored" us with the ghost story. You
have even been among us-have been gossip
ed about by the ladies and gentlemen--have
written letter to Flo in which you talked
of Bruno and Blanche and Frank and dozen
other things, but you never said word bout
the ghost. They tell me also, while you
were sojourning at ELK Vale' you made a
visit to our pet poctess Emma Alice Browne,
and spent day right pleasantly at the fav-
orite resort of our picnic parties-Glpins'
Rocks; and while your numerous admirers
were expecting to read in 1.-The Whig' an
account of one or both, you were no doubt
relishng the surprise that would be afforded
them by finding neither.
Maudc, I'm half inclined to think you We
been hoaxing me about the ghost, and out of
spite Pm going to send The Wing that pref
ty little poem you wrote the evening before
you left for your home among the mountains.
Whether the spirits or ghost brought it to
me--or how got hold of it doesn't make a
bit Of difference to you or to the readers of
The Wing. Here it is
'Friends fare We well tomorrow
We must scver--you and
Pcrchancc-God only knoweth-
This may be our last goodbye:
Yes. perchance when next ys greet mo
| We shall stand upon that shore
| Where the sunshine never fadeth
Where farewell is said no more.
| Friends. fare ye vol the sunlight
| Which your love has caused to fall
! Filling my heart with gladness-
Be it round about you all
The flowers that your hands have scattered
SO profusely on my way,
May you find them ever blooming
| Whcrcso'e r your feet shall stray!
| Friends fare ye well forgive me-
| Ii I've ever caused you pain
| Forgive,-forget-it may be
We shall never meet again,
| Till we stand with smiling face.
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