The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1856-03-29
Ori9iuol Ecttcr.


"Lfl AIR, -hei' - iS'u'
DEAR Mr. EDITOR IL know you have not
forgotten me, and though | have not told
You so, have cover and ottcn'' thought Of
you and your friends, during the past two
months Of snow and slect and sleighing, and
really meant, long ago, to peep, sans core
monte, into your quiet, cosy samcfum, Just to
see how good naturally you were taking the
world, loling back in that big arm chair
OHM cum hgniate, honorng the mantle with
Your understanding Ga gcntlcman's favoritc
posture; they take to it us naturally as duck
to the water) fragrant clouds from IL cereal
llavana' curling gracefully above the
culumns Of Tie Wing. and settling away in
hazy wreaths all along the house corners.
and perhaps % murnuring, quite uncon-
Sciously, Of course "Wondcr what's be-
come Of that chattcr-boX Myra?''
Well, many good mind" has been
spoiled by .sputtng off till to morrow, what
may BE- done to day" and SO with me, MIR.
Editor; but then we've had wonderful times,
such times here at the Vale, and besides
we've passed part of Tie bitter cold days in
anu HcuF W ASHIHSl'i, Dccauoc -NS'i--tHS
good .for-nothing, selfish Nel--hasn't come
back yet but boasts of the :'grlnd, good
tines She been having away up North,
just to make me jealous! Well I'm sure
don't envy her IL bit. 1t has been cold
enough here. i'll all conscience, for any body's
comfort, and it's surprising how NcliS
delicate wee form and southern constitution
has stood the hoarsc winds and beating
snow-drilts ola New England winter, and l
verify don't believe she's had half as good
time of it, up there among the mountains OF
ice, as Abbie CHATS my pretty blue eyed
cousin from the "far West') and l have,
..bobbing around" in Washington and other
Where this winter.
To be sure (between you and me) Eve
missed her nightly, 10 my comfort, that is,
haven't had so many Snow-ballS, by hall,
pokcd down my neck, and rubbed i'll my
curls till you couldn't tell whether my head
was an old one on young shoulders, or huge
bunch of moss sitted over with lump sugar.
and even, Dick-little Ethiopian Dick
bcsses his luck, and brags about the 'bis
lcip no DlluS JIG ColCllcu us "iHtti JSo haoN
ISIS Nell wcrnt here ter skccr 'em up;'' for
Nell never stayed still long enough to suffer
a little bird to be trapped, in spite of Dick s
pleading: ssPlease don't, Miss Nell; Jcs'
gwine ter cotch dat big snow-bird; all mos
got i'm now 20 and whiz would go great
SNOWFALL, and down drop the trap, while the
sbig snow bird after its marrow escape
would peep cunningly down from the cherry
top, at Dick, as much as to say:
',Do you think. you black imp, that I'm not up to
snuh.
To stay and be trapped, sir, by your
But now that the sunshine has come, warm
and golden, from the blue summer world
overhead, Threatening to put the apple,
peach and plum trees, to say nothing OF the
roses, lilacs, and intertwistcd vines, through
sea course Of sprouts" right speedily, and
the clear, silver drops Of the little Spring
tinkle along over the white pebbles. half
mournlulIy, and dreamy hush hangs over
the hazy hills, I'm longing for Nell, again.
There's a cosy white cottage with bright
green shutters and fairy like porch, just a
little way of, and when the et-briar,
cambering up the slender pillars, begins to
bloom and scent the sunny air, and the yell
low jessaminc minglcs its golden cups with
the naples crimson fringe, Nell is destined
to enter there, fold her wild wings and settle
down into a staid and sober matron! 1t will
be a grand joke--a mammoth burlesquc upon
Quakcrsm, and III bet my pet curl, that hel
"a a., -, Al,
little matrimonial convent, will be to perch
herself upon a limb of the talcst old cherry
tree in that pleasant garden over there, and
pick OF the ripe berries, like any other bird
but I'll tell you more Of that by-and- by
sProvidenee rermitting,' as the Preachers
saw. IN rcror. MYRA Mystic.