The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1858-07-24
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First Love.


First Love,
cam YOUR only and frs. love 2" asked a
bright eyed girl, as she rclined her clasically
moulded brow upon the shoulder of her lover.
No: Leila, you are rot my only, not my
first: rhavc loved another Long years be-
fore saw you loved another, and | love
that other still"
love that other still, and better thsn me!
Paul why do you tell me that !' asked she,
raising her dark blue eyes, and gazing stead,
Easily into those of her lover, Hin asionish-
mcnt halfin sorrow, while her jewclcd fingers
tishtcned convulsiHely uwn his arm.
You asked me, Leila, and answered
with truth and sincerity: you would not
have me deceive you, world you Z"
You love her still, then T"
| Il love her still"
"And better than you To me-"
"Not better, but as well"
And will love her still =
Until death, and even beyond death :
over her last resting place will strcw spring s
earliest flowers. and bedcw the sacred spot
with the purest tears that love ever shed"
"llandSomcr than l. is she not z"
Her eyes are as black as night and her
hair in glossy blackness cutvies the wing OF
the raven. She hasn't your sweet blue eyes,
nor your soft brown hair yet, Oh Leila, her
eyes has been the sweetest, to me, that ever
looked the look of eternal love-"
Paul, why do you wish to break my heart?
Why have you taught me to love you so wild
ly and bhndly, and then in the midst of my
happiness, tell me that there is an impossible
barrier between US! This night, Paul we
must part forever. would not have believed
that had another told mel" and here grew,
dim with tears.
BE not to rash, Lcila-hcar me to tie
end yoa love me too dearly to part with
me thus. Think you that you could not
share my heart with one that | so dearly
love z"
Never, Paul never !"
You shall, Leila, and must. Listen for
a moment, while | tell you my first love,
and ! am sure you will be willing 10 share
with her then"
81 will listen, Paul, bat will not share
your love: | must have all or none. am
selfish in that respect, and who that loves as
do is not! Forget me, Paul or forget her
forever g.
Forget her Leila? Never! I would not
lose one jot Of her pure affection for the fair
est face that ever doomed : no, not for the
gi,dle Of Venus, or the love of second
Helen ~ ----.-.--
Then. Paul YOU are lost to me forever i:
we must part Farewell to our every dream
of brighter future. love You TOO well. and
am too proud to share your love with aught
created. Oh, Paul. you have wrongcd me
deeply !" and her c%quisitcly chislcd lips
curlcd with indignant sorrow.
n " Stop, Leila, or you will deeply wrong me
also. ] met this loved one, as said before
long years ago, in one of the sweetest and
sunnicst wales of Our broad Illinois wander
ed with her hand in hand, for years beside
the sparkling waters ofmy childhood's home.
First by her smile ,yquiSite sweetness. she
loved me with Vulnerable fonineSs : and ncv-
or have doubted my trust in her has ever
been stradrast and fearless never has her eve
looked colby upon me, and never will it till
the death angel shall dim them for the long
sleep, OFT in the still hours of night have |
been awakened, as if ty the sleep Of God S
wing, and bchcld that face, those eyes gazing
upon me with leati,c tenderness ola guardian
angel over a repcntant prodigal; and a kiss
would fall upon my brow more soothing than
the dcws Of heaven.
The same gentle hand has led me along
life's flowcry way, ard beside its unruflled
| waters ; and if ever my heart stcclcd to con-
ccive 1t ,nthat gentle mmstory voice came
whispering in my ear and stayed the one mid
way, and drew tie non from the other. And
| dopememhcr, in my manhood's ripper years,
when deep sorrow fell upon my soul, and |
would fain have drunk oblivion from the wine
cups fiery brim, that same dark eyed women
came, and babe me in the name of God to
>hun the fatal snare; and twining her arms
around my neck, while her eyes bcamed with
loves deep inspiration, she poured oil upon
the troubled waters told me Of purcr hopes
and higher aims, and in my ear whispered a
golden word that has not outlived all sorrow.
Leila, would you know the name of my
first love! lis my mother"
"Oh, Paul, Ill forgive you, and will share
your love; indeed | will. "
81 knew you would, Leila. Second loyefS
as dear as the frs
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