The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1859-11-19
Original ArtifIc.
Correspondence of The Cecil Wing.
Letter from the Country.
In THE COUNTRY, Nov.

Letter from the Country.
In THE COUNTRY, Nov. 18Th, 80.
Since l talked about the beauty and lowell
ness Of May. the Summer has come and gone,
the bountiful crops have ripcned and been
harvested, the fragrance from millions of
flowers has gone up, and all the inhabitants of
our blessed land have, more or less, enjoyed
pleasure and happiness. But as | look out Of
my window this afternoon, how changed is
to write my last epistlc!
wild are The Autumn winds
Amongst the faded woods
and the heavy rain-clouds are cast thick and
dark over the sky. The ilazy and warm days
OF Indian Summer have left us and in every
direction we see that Winter will soon be with
us: the sun has rcccdcd to the southern skies.
the moon has lost her soft light and loneliness.
and the stars shine with a more twinkling
briiancy the flowers are dropping and fad ing,
the fields are brown, and the yellow leaves
one by one, arc falling.
'.All the gay scenes of summer are cr
The Millions of warbler, that charm'd US before
Have fled
The bees have gathered their winter store,
and ceased labor; and what a good and beat
tiiul lesson is taught by these little insects!
Alas, how few profit by the if example! For
there are many among us who, during the
summer, have laid up nothing for the coming
cold and drcary winter, but spent in wastciul
eating and drinking all they have made, and
this winter will have to plod through the
snow and rain to get bread for themselves and
families, or perhaps be dependent on the
charities Of their ncighbors. And while we
bewail the existence Of such class of persons
among us, there appears to be a total indf-
ference to or ignorance Of the fact that these
people are rearing children who will, unlr SIS
speedily seen to, follow in tie footsteps of
their parents.
'---hc childhood shows the man
AS morning shows jhc day"
Let us see to this. five make great &c -four
ish of trumpets " about sending money to the
heather, let us, also look well to it that we
do not permit - heathens - to be reared in
our very midst; let these neglected boys and
girls. who are to form part Of future society,
be gathered in, and instructed in the things
that pertain to their welfare. Here is a field
to return.
DINNER fill the shadows,
Mister grows the air.
Still the thick clouds gdthcr
i'arkcnn; here and there
From their heavy truges
Pour the d.Ops amain -
Everything wears 4 solemn appearance; and
what a sympathy there exists between our
natures and that of the world around us! AS
| contemplate the scene before me, thoughts
Of those long since passed away, come up
from the depths Of the past; thoughts of those
who fell like the leaves Of Autumn slowly,
though surely! Those who passed away just
as they were beginning to enjoy the fruits OF
the labor OF years Though here life may
have its Spring, with its bright prospects OF
happiness. and though that Spring may grow
GOA Summer of happiness, and honor, and
all the cnjoyments of the world, life will have
its Autumn, when those roses of honor will
wither and droop and disappear, and those
leaves of happiness will turn yellow and be
blown away by the first blasts of the wind of
adversely and when those once sweet sounds
worldly cnjoymcnts-wil be but as the
signing wind. sad rcmembranccrs of the past /!
But, with these somewhat sad thoughts.
there also comes the one that though there
may be Il long and cold and dreary Winter
before Us, Spring will surely come: and to
those who have passed from among us the
Spring Morning OF the Resurrection will as
certainly come! when that which was buried
corrupt, weak and pale, amid poverty and
distress, and mortal, will arise incorruptible,
strong and in the image o.. Christ, an heir of
Heaven and G}osy, immortal and everlasting!
.Apropos to these thoughts, are the following
beautiful lines, by Charles j. Howell, which
l find floating round:
WILLIE IS DEAD.
Sadly sigh. sadly sigh.
Winds of he autumn tide
Murmur low. murmur low.
Down by the river side -
For darling Willie siumbers there;
lie left It's all in deep despair.
And sorrows keen and piercing darts
Found way into our mourning hearts.
Mourn no more. mourn no more,
Winds of the autumn tide.
Though Willie's form. though Wilic's form,
Al