Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1857-05-29
miscellaneous.
THE MAID OF ROCK CREEK
Or, Seraphina and RudOlphus.

Twas evening upon the banks of beau
tiful Rock Creek, The silver beams OF
Luna, which struggled down through the
branches of the trees, revealed a scene
of transcendental beauty. Upon an an
cient stump, which had braved the tenn
pests of an hundred winters, sitting in
an attitude of graceful repose, was an
angelliferous maiden just bloomed out
into sunny womanhood She was ra-
dainty and peerlessly beautiful. Web
ster hides his inglorious head in the dust,
in the vain attempt to furnish words de-
scriptive of her loveliness. Graceful as
a duck, wild as hawk, pensive as a
setting hen, with her rich curls Of tow
colored gold streaming over her Shout
ders to the ground, like some bright
swamp angel she sat, while the noon
beams rested like halo upon her elegant
head. Sorrow, and the mullen stalks
which grew up around her, cast deep
shadows over her unrivalled countenance,
and the night-wind, as it kissed her mag
nifcent cheek, bore to her delighted OIL
factories the fragrant breath of elder
blows. Her knitting work lay idle in
her lap. Her eyes, which shamed the
tightening bugs, we're bedoozled with
diamond tears.
She was listening with an air of sor-
rowful distraction to the passionate plead
ings of noble youth who knelt at her
feet. Never moonlight fell on more
glorious intellectible countenance than
that upturned to the maiden's enamored
gaze Never yielded mother earth to a
finer form than that which pressed the
dandelion back at Seraphina's feet. His
features were such as Nobuchadnezzar 81
Apollo might have envied. His dark
piercing eyes were like the waters of his
own Rock Creek for depth and clearness,
and were brilliant mirrors in which the
truth and voracity of his god-like soul
were reflected. From his brow Of vast
and ponderous proportions, the sympa-
tAizins hEeeae swept back 1leses l5+ssseisa-
thine locks, whose hue in the shade was
a deep raven blackness, but when the
light fell upon it, it resembled muddy
pool when the sunbeams strike it asant.
His hands were clasped in an attitude OF
despair. He spoke, and his tones were
deep and mournful, as the chant at the
funeral of martyred bul!-frog at Rock
Creek dam:
80, fairy queen Of heaven! Pure
dove of the moonshiny sky Translu-
cent light of my benighted eyes Cher
ished and beloved by my hearts core !
How canst thou doubt my love? Dost
thou doubt that the cabbage loves the
genial rain? Dost thou doubt that the
chicken loves the dough-fsh? Then
doubt my love for thee All! love is
but feeble word to express the passion
that consumes my vitals. BE mine,
adorable 'one, else die"
"Rudolphus," she murmured, "it
cannot be. The mandate of my Venge-
full father, and the decree of fate must
be obeycd." And her voice was melo-
dious as the tinkle of fractured COW bells
far away down the Little Falls road, and
low and sad as the last moan Of dying
Polywog.
"Talk not of obedience, thou beautiful
and cruel one" he yelled, in voice Of
speechless agony. 80, canst thou sit
in thy cold majesty, like frozen sau-
sage, and see my aching heart going to
smash before thine eyes for mistaken
sense Of duty"
"See," said he as his voice died away
to sad wall, like the howl Of a broken
backed mastiff, and he dashed from the
mullen leaves near him drop Of pearly
dew. "See Night herself weeps with
me, and mourns the crueltyw
The maiden was appalled, at the sight
Of his anguish. The crimson tide which
dyed her check like red holly-hock,
cut stick and left it whittier than cotton
pillow-case. She arose from her seat,
dazzling in her resplendent beauty as a
bright tin milk-pan when the midday
beams Of the glorious sun are poured