The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1858-06-26

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for William to drink at supper-time
The lad came in as usual he went uT
and kissed Lizzie.
"Stop, man !" shouted her father
''no traytur, no Frenchiicd aythcist, ne
revolutionary scamp shall touch my
daughter. AS I'm faythcr, he shan't.''
William was reused to passion at this
unexpected eruption. Rage begot rage
He had drank he had made speeches
he had gained great applause. His
heart was hot with the glow and excite
ment of the days deeds, with the mock
sun Of the coming republic and his future
grandeur shining upon him.
He shouted in fury, " What is a
girl to liberty! / am thinking of the
mighty movements Of nations, and it
lifts my soul out of the little corners of
domestic things
Lizzie was crying. This bit of bonn
bast reused her pride, and showed her
William in a vapor Of Stiffness. She
spake some hot words, which burned
out her tears.
William answered more sharply. lie
fancied himself all that his mob-applaud-
ers had called him. His love was an
honor for a country girl. She might be
a sweet violet. He felt his wngstrength
and worth circlmg in every limb. He
was an oak, first of all growths.
Lizzie returned to her own nature in
a moment. "Ask fathers pardon, Will
lam" she begged 81 am sure l for
give YOU"
Forgivc.'' said the lad {" forgive
for speaking truth and liberty" The
poor boy could not get off his stills
" | am rotting here" he said "I will
60 where there are those who understand
me-" That night he went back to Not
tingham, talked to two political char
latans whom the election had brought
down, and returned to London with
them.
*
1t is no part of my story to give any
full description of Williams London
life. lie got an engagement on demo-
cratic newspaper; he attended secret
meetings he conducted correspondence
with France and America. But he
found the friends of liberty fearful
tyrants. What had been with him an
enthusiasm, was with them a business.
They talked of cutting off tyrants as hi;
father did of knocking down bullocks.-
He, their journcyman, was hard worked,
ill-paid, lifted. lie knew hunger well
he became acquainted with pain and
sickness, from cold and wet. THIS was
severcr to him from its contrast with his
life in the wealthy houses Of lis father
and the farmer.
He knew also romorsc and shame
not from the change of his outward
position; but he missed lore. When he
thought of the rich love he had thrown
away, he felt his punishment was too
slight. 1t was the wrong he had done
to Lizzie hurt his soul.
In the hard wilderness Of London, he
learned himself and mankind. The
mock sun-glory of his republicansm set.
When his political employers had done
with him, they threw him away. lie
dared not return to his father. lie had
sent back the letters in which William
informed him of his efforts and occupa-
ton. He was utterly sick at heart -
The only two enthusiasts of his life
were wrcnchcd away from him: his love
and his dream Of liberty. They came
into collision; and he himself madly
gave up the only substantial one-loye
When nothing is left to be enthusiastic
about, life is like load of lead, almos
too heavy to be borne. To get breac
and clothes, he wrote dry, hard doc
trines of radcalism, without faith il
them, or care for them
One cold and rainy morning he wa:
going to an appointment at the Yves
End. Passing up along Pail Mall, ;
ragged woman came up to him viii
punches Of violcts in white paper. HI
said he had nothing for her and walkct
quickly on. She followed, besccching
a little farther on an other assaulted him
he bought one bunch, to get rid of them
Quite mechanically, he put it to hi
nose. Some strong and unseen hant
seemed to arrest him. lie stood still IL
once. Suddenly the great whirl anc
noise of the Haymarket corner at mid
day had passed away from him; eye
and ears were closed to the Londol
sights and London sounds all round him
the memory of the anxious business HI
was about went from him he forgo
hunger and pain, and long disappointe,
hope; he felt nothing of the chill wine
and hard hail. The filthy London mu'
splashed upon him, but he did not knoy
it. In that moment his soul had slippe'
into eternity F.; he was unconscious o
time and place. Long fields of merr
Nottinghamshire opened out before him
silver-shining Trent threaded throug
them and ne felt the sweet air of hi
mother country blowing upon him thrc
the woody canopies upon tbs cliff; ant
in the air a voice whispered assuringly
sweet and firm, William, [ am your
forever and forever ~
Not only the eyes and ears, the nos
also is the doorway to the soul. Their
is not only a moral beauty, a mora
harmony there is q moral fragranc
also. The Lord smelled swce
savor," when acceptable sacrifices wer
! madr He has sO made mans nose i