The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1858-04-24

enjoy the delights of Fairy Land. 1t is sweet
for me to recall the many happy hours spent
in your company and | can assure you
those arc the hours on which my thoughts
delight TO dwell, for they are filed with de-
lghtiul remembranccs--bcau as the
| visions Of Il happy dream
But must close this long and trust, very
ahectonate letter. and if unfortunately
| have failed to Undue these lines with deep
and earnest affection. il is not because | do
not feel it, for now, dearest even now, my
soul is overlooking with love for you
WALTER.
p. S. | hope this will speak to the heart. ,
The reader has here presented some Of
the most glowing passages from very long
letter, that package Of love which has been
mentioned ia 4 former part of this story, as
having been done up by our hero and put
| by for future use. He had but little idea al
the time, he was disginga pit into which he
would at last fall.
Blanch, on finishing reading, let the paper
| drop from her hands, her cheeks were pale
calm, composed, and the only signs that be-
trayed emotion, was the dry brilliant eye,
the quick trcmor and ashy hne of the lip,
| scarce detachable, tho these signs are the
sure evidences Of the blow that benumboth
and crusheth, rather than inhicts an acute
and severe pain. Feeling, when deep, does
| not betray its existence in the flushing coun-
Scnance and moistening eye, but driven from
| the surface, sinks to the inmost rcccsscs Of
the heart. Thus Blanch, for few moments
after perusing the letter, remained in silence.
| then raising her eyes to Hates, said inuuir-
| ngly:
"And this is from Walter -
Kate nodded assent, and referred her
| friend 10 the hand writing.
| True, too true,'' Blanch sighed, rather
than spoke, mournfuIly. But pride coming
| to the rescue, the color flowed back to her
checks, her eye recovered its liquid, spark
ling brightness, and extending her hand to
Kate, she said:
"My dear friend, thank you "
The next moment the two maidens we're
clasred in each others arms, and this new
bond of friendship vas cUnSecrated by the
warm tears which believed the cheek Of each.
What a healtless vil'an,' exclaimed
Blanch, :: that he should seek to plumber us
Of our affection, and for what To satisfy
his morbid appetite for conquest, for firt,-
ton! In the language Of tragedy, Had
every hair on his head nine lives, my revenge
has stomach for them all -
& Calm yourself, my dearest friend" said
Kate, sootliingy, IS he, indeed is too con-
tcmpribie for revenge. When the galvan-
izing of his manners. the gloss and tinSol of
the man is rubbed off by a touch Of sober
TRUTH he is all corruption and spiritual de-
Element within. He is really not worthy Of
generous ne, much less rcgrci.'
81 agree with you, Kate, and marvel
that We did not sooner discover his countcr-
felt merit and utter unwortIiness.'
it is needless to pursue this scene further.
Suffice it to say, the two injured and iusultcd
beauties held cabinet council and deter
mined to have their revenge upon the :. gay
deccivcr,' notwithstanding they had con
cluded he was unworthy a noble resentment
\ profound secresy was to be maintained on
the part Of each and Blanch to encourage
Walter in his galantry ard attentions. till
kate's return from the city. Ne will, there
fore transfer the scene to the home of Blanch
Franklin.
Spring had again returned, and the earliest
warblers Of the vernal season began to tune
their harps amid the budding bowers, the
brooks, bArsting their icy chains, sung their
soitcncd Iullabics to the infant flowers that
were pccpng their snowy heads above the
surface of the ground, shedding their earliest
incense on the breeze, as Il first Offering to
Him who sends the genial ray to soften the
breath Of winter, and call them from their
frozen graves to bless and beauty rejoicing
world. Two ladies were seated in the parlor
Of Judge Franklin Blanch nd her friend
Kate Weston. They had played and sang
alternately and in concert, laughed and ioked
about the gay scenes Of the past WINTER
kate's billet doux, which had caused Blanch
so much pain on its first perusal, had been
read and criticised by piece-meal, with con-
vulscd peals Of laughter. The bold figures
OF rhetoric, the g moving tropcs,' in which
lie had pledged undying love to Kate, and
the tender, finely wrought passages, in which
he strovc to disti the purest sentiment, were
canicatured numerically by the two fair
plotters, now bent on paving our gallant hero
off with his own coin. Their plans had been
discussed, matured, perfected, and the par
ties began to evince restless impotence, as
the shades Of evening commenced spreading
their " sober livery over the landscape.
A horseinan, however, ere long galloped up
in front Of the mansion and alghted. Kate
shot into an adjoining room, closing the door
behind her, while Blanch stood awaiting the
arrival Of her lover.
He entered with light gay step, soft
smile and still softer words Of gree ting
Blanch received and Welcomed him, rs he
fondy imagined: with increased warmth and
cordially. She appeared the very full
blown rose Of health and lovelness, and
Walters heart beat tattoo against his ribs
as he looked fondly into her soft smiling
| eyes, and saw them return his silent alice
tionate grcsting.
Thc sofa, that theme of Cowper's song,
brought into rcquistion, and Walter and
Blanch occupied it. The lamp from its re-
tired perch on the piano, shed its soft rays