The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1858-11-13
Original Gtorp.
WRITTEN FOR TIE CECIL WING.
RUTH HAYWOOD.

1 am writing upon glorious August
day; IA shadowy Stiffness hangs over our
fair fields | hear the luIling note of
the cricket, and hom my window | see
"thc sun, the sky, the hurryng cloud"
casting its deep, dark shadow over the
emerald grass, the waving of the chestnut
boughs, the springing corn, the distant
horizon, with its blue Hills. Peace,
quiet, rest, is the language Of this golden,
dreamy day.
Equally fair was the day on which
Ruth haywood sat at the door of the
small school house, in which she was Il
teachcr-not from necessity, for her
parents had plenteous store of this
worlds goods-but because her kindly
nature, and active, warm heart, caused
her to feel deep joy in the task of
training the little flock gathered around
her, chiefly composed Of her own brothers
and sisters, and other young relatives, for
whom no suitable instructor could be
easily found.
Her school house stood in pleasant
nook, at the foot Of high hill, from be-
meath the shadow of which it pceped out
so unpretendmgly that it always remind
ed me of hidden violcts, aud other hum
bic, beautiful things it was neatly
whitcwashed, and the old trees which
grew around, lovingly spread their wide
arms and cncircled it, and many sweet
birds found calm resting places under its
roof, for Ruth in her quiet, gentle way,
had swayed the young hearts of her
scholars so that they rather stroyc to
protect the tiny, little things than to
modest them.
The calnncss Of the day induced her
to reflection. And there sat Ruth upon
the low step, alone, for it was noon-time {;
the noisy group had dispersed, some to
their not far distant homes, others around
the hillside, where the brook formed. Il
fall, whose tinkling chimed in with their
merry laugh, which, mellowed by dis
lance, fell like music on the ear; her
dark eyes were fixed upon the distant
forest, and with troubled look, she
murmured &c Does he love me, or does
My heart deceive NE - Unquicting
thought. how many bosom it has dis
turbcd, before it crept into thine, fair
Ruth.
Ruth haywood had long been coun-
try belle; more for the sake of her
atfectionate, trusting nature than for her
beauty, though nature had not, even in
this regard, neglected her. Her hair
was dark, long and luxuriant, and her
complexion showed each change of feel
ing in her heart. Fair, loving Ruth .
who could refuse a need of love TO her
Scarce one of all the youths who had
known her from infancy, approached her
without blushng, and many awkwardly
turned aside if they met her unexpected
ly, her friendly greeting causing them
embarrassment, which growing love may
awaken in pure-hcalted, simple coun-
try lad, but which the selt-conccted city
beau sneers at, as the undoubted evidence
of greenhorn in love affairs.
Her scholars loved her, and pleasant
were the hours of study rendered by he,
sweet smile, and over-ready help. She
was sunbeam in the plain farmhouse
where her parents dwelt, and prime
favorite in the hearts of her two tai,
handsome brothers and whether for
these two brothers. or for our Ruth's
own sake, no house in the neighborhood
was more frequented by visitors than
that of her parents. A ride on horse
back, or in some large wagon, to Dove
dale, was the most delightful way of
passing an evening, to the young people
Of the ncighboring village of Coleshll
1t was upon one of these excursions
that Albert Newton first saw our Ruth,
and perchance, laid the foundation for
the deep reverie in which she was first
introduced to your notice
Dr. Newton had just graduated from
one of the Philadelphia Medical Schools
and, armed with high recommendations,
had located himself in the fourishino
village of Coleshill, whose aged physician,
distant relative of our hero, had relin-
pushed to him his practice. In appear
ance, tall, with pale and intellectual
countenancc in his manner, quiet, as
became disciple of his high and mighty
art; his eyes were large aud gray, and
lie wore unexceptionablc whiskers, which
made him appear very handsome in the
eyes Of the village beauties, although
the young men of the place were not SC
great admirers of them.
The ladies had been very attentive to
him, and among other civiiities, he was.
soon after his arrival, invited to accom-
pany quite large party in ride OF