The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1855-05-12
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ELK-EALE, May Sth So.

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DEAR FLo': -Sladows of the sweet briar
and the honey. fall upon me sitting
l,,c nIo,. the old porcl. at Elk-Nalc. listen
ny To The music of falling waters and sing
ing birds, and thinking Of home and thee,
dear Flo. am standing just now. in fancy,
unon the brow of the hill. pccring down the
valley. if 50 he that may catch a glimpse
through the old tree-tops, of the little white
cottage nestled affair back in the green meadow.
And now have descended the hill, entered
the wood and with hurried, yet hcstating
steps, am trcading the little path. now almost
lost and forgotten. since the feet which used
to tread it morning and evening. as we went
To and from the old school house, have learn
ed so many different paths in this great
world and have straycd so far away from
that. Now emerge into the open fields, and
Meadow Cottage is Just before me. | glance
Up at my own little window;.it is open and the
white curtain sways in and out Just as of old.
But hist with glad bark Bruno bounds
towards me. Dear Bruno! Nay shall not
chilc thee NOR. if thou dost lay Thy paws
upon my shoulder and kiss my check right
lovingly. 1t is pleasant to be welcomed home
thus kindly by thee, thou noble dog But
listen Br'no-calm thy wild joy have sad
news for thee. Rollo, good, faithful old
Rollo: he who in days past used to welcome
ne home even as thou dost now; he, who III
the dcvotcdncss of his heart left his old home
and the scenes of his youth to follow our
beloved brother to the Far Wcst-doest pc
mcmbcr, Rolo. the day he left us? Thou
vast young and porchance dost not rcnem-
Ter how we all wcpt and said Good Eye,
Mill good bye, Rollo ~ And then t}ro'
our tears watched them ascend the hill and
disappear upon the other side. Well Bruno,
Rolio Is dem! His wald,rings arc over.
Thus brother Will sings of linn
Poor E"'o! VIC miss thee. thy loss we deplor.,
And deeply We grove we shall sec thee more
Thou vast linked in our thoughts with home
Where others have missed thee for many day.
They fed and carrcssrd thee for many a year.
-tnd it seemed that Thy presence could bring them
all here;
And often we've thought in the lines of Thy face
4 remembrance" of those far away we could trace;
fc.. often we've thought in thy look and thy tone.
We could trace some deep feeling akin to own.
And We loved thee as never loved dog before
And as none Of thy race we shall love any more -
just here BLANCHE came up the steps
and glancing mischicvously ut this letter,
said:
"A right romantic and appropriate scat
thou has chosen for nditing a love letter.
What is his name, Maude? All remcin-
Der Frank, Cousin Frank, you call him."
Indeed Blarche he is my cousin, but this
letter is to his sister"
AN the same TO her but for him''-and
thus she ratified on teasing me about that
or-noll'ing brother of yours Flo, who,
you may remember, gave it as his opinion,
that this same "Blanche" was tall specimen
ofhumanity in boots and whiskers. Blanche
has half promised to pay me visit this Sum-
mcr, and if she does not make Frank beg
pardon on his knees for his oldcn stupidity,
in naming her thus, then mistake the pow
or of her beautiful blue eyes.
I'm coming home Flo in two weeks-two
little weeks, and then l may be with you
all once more. 1t seems II long time that
I've been away left you in the checrless
month of November and now it is May
bright beautiful May o, long to be at
home once more-to see the dear familiar
faces brighten with their olden smiles. But
there are some Flo who will smile upon me
never more-save in dreams and in memory.
They tell mt that Henry has been laid to rest
beside his gray-haired sire-that shall miss
has face from among the old familiar friends
ofmy childhood. Well what matter Why
should we weep ?-Is he not at rest And
rest is sweet after toilsome Journey.
All Flo this is bright beautiful world
of ours-a pleasant dwelling place for NOR.
tails. But life is full of sadness-l,uing is a
serious matter. Those who fight the battle
oflfe well must toll and suffer. Sadness witt
the twilight overshadows mel feel aweary
of this great world and would fain rest MI
and dream.
! am dreaming in the twilight;
Itrc,ming Of the days gone by,
And these visions light my spirit
AS the stars light up the sky.
Now, little child bare footed.
Wade I, down the mountain stream;
Up its messy banks Chamber
All how sweet it is to dream
Now tho evening lamps lighted
In our dear old home once more;
Father, mother brothers. sisters
All are gathered rs of yorc.
Brother Harry cons his lesson
little Fannie learns to rscurn'-
Lach 20 busy-a}f So happy
All how sweet il il to dream