The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1855-09-15
TW 4 TIC CetH " HtS'
DRAWINGS AND MUSINGS.
TO MY SISTER EMILY.

dreamed l wandered forth at midnight.
The dew was heavy, and glistcncd brightly
in the full light of the glorious Queen of
night, which had risen in all her splendour.
to chase away the dark shadows of majestic
night, while she cast glorious food. of
pure, golden beams, upon the surrounding
face of nature, lighting up, as it were, with
serarhic smiles, each object of reflection. The
tall, dark shadows of the old mansion, Loom
ed far out i'll the moonlight, and the vcnera-
Die rlns, with their huge branches through
which the breeze sported playfully, seemed
like giant sentinels to guard the dear old
place. passed through the garden, stop
ping FOR moment to inhale the rich odors
which arose from an innumclabc variety of
nowcrS and cNotics, which, III the llcwy ev-
tnng, send forth their sweetest perfumes.
Passing through the little wicket gate. | en-
tered path which led to little ryulct. up
ON whose banks was beautiful grove
Itaping lightly across the stream, seated
myself upon its bank, beneath the wide
spreading branches Of 4 venerable sycamore
lrcc. The Stiffness Of the hour, which was
only broken by the gentle purlings Of the
htlle rlvulct, which murmurcd forth a sweet.
plalntlvc song, as it bubbl,d onward until
lost III the green meadows bcyond-cast q
sweet and soothing influence over my whole
being.-l gaZcd up through the thick foliage
vi INC branches upon tic beautifully illum-
mated vault Of Heaven. My clidhood's
hours came painfully back upon my m,mory,
and thought of the times which TM be no
more. ! was playing with my sisters the
1lrSt rccollcctions Of my infancy kind
Father to guard over inc, and dear, gentle
Mother, to minister to my every want. Oh
how Iondly she pressed me to her bosom,
while gazed up into her mild blue eyes,
which shone with all the fcrvor, of a dear
mothers love. Those were the brightest
spots in our young livcs-how happy were
wc-and how thoughtlcss of the dark future,
which awaited us. The dread DESTROYER
came, and took our dear Sire away. Then
came the painful separation of mother and
children. Torn from each tther, by the
stern reality of fate we each bore our sor-
rows for few years.
And then the dark Angel came again
Gently folding Ills arms around the form of
the dear mother who gave us our bcing-he
bore her sweetly away-up, up, through the
dark vista of the future, far away across the
blllowy waves of Jordan, to the bright Celcs-
tial City Of the New Jerusalem Haven
Yes, our dear mother is an inlabitant of that
bright world, where sorrow comcth not-but
where the spirits of the just, and good, shall
live forever. How dark. and sorrowful,
were our young lives-with no kind parent
TO watch over us, and give US counsel; alone
In the wide. unfeeling world. What, but
the remembered counscls of tho departed
ones, kept us from sinking into utter dcs-
rondency! But soon again the sun of hap
pincss arose and shone out its light upon us.
and Tor a few years, our lives flowed sweet
ly along, upon the rolling, and trcachcrous
tide Of Eternity. But alas! our Joy was of
short duration. We had dear sister-a
sweet and gentle being, whose bright smile.
to us, was as dear, as our very existence and
around her our affections were firmly twincd.
She was flower too loved and cherished to
be permitted to remain in this cold world
and the same dark Angel, who had worn
away the spirit ofour saintcd mother, came
again, and for weeks, fingered by the bed
side of our beautiful sister, at last, with her
head gently pillowed upon. his bosom, he
bore her away to the far off beautiful city
and now she dwclls in the regions of light,
and unfading glory, with those who have
gone before. Our hearts have been torn with
sorrow. Our lives have been dark, and
stormy-yct we are again enjoying the sun
SHINE of each others love, and the current of
our lives, flows smoothly along. We are
each playing our part, in the great drama of
life-and it we perform our work aright--if
we discharge our duties faithfully, wh,n the
dark angel comes to call US home, we shall
have the unntterable happiness of meeting
again with those love ones, who by their
Heavenly Father have been transplantcd from
this cold, and untccling world-to regions of
undying glory, perpetual joy, and eternal
happiness. S. NJ. NJ.
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