The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1863-12-26
What l Said to Her.

Clara Morrison sat by the window,
looking at the sunsei, whose fiery glow
crimsoned the airy clouds above and
decpened the hues Of the landscape be-
Meath Golden beams pierced the dark,
dim woods that lay across the river, flow
'ng at the foot Of the long green lawn
in front, and sparkled upon its ever
changing bosom. In the woods long
ai>es Of crimson light archcd with
domes of green; tall spires of pine
trees, and sturdy towers of oak win
dows framed by the waving branches,
and stately pillars covered with bark and
festooncd with clinging garments Of w.,
aud wood bne, formed the interior of the
enIplc from whose dark rcccsscs of foil
age >welled the vc>pcr chant of Il th0us-
aud Tiny threats, aud waterfall, dist
an, Yet di,tlnc mingled its murlnuring
accompaniment. XII the while the sun
Was slowly sinking in the west, and soon
ihe last flash Of silver faded from the
ripping ream below hushed was the
music of he birds, aud silence reigncd
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room and sat down BY her side. Neither
Of US spoke, but both gazed III silence
at hc fair and beautiful scene. Clara
and had long loved in secret, but as
yet | had not declared my passion. b!
thai strange in milton that marks the in
tercoulse Of lovers, she had been made
aware OF my sentiments, and If the
sparkling eye aud flushed check, the glad
smile and soft word of welcome when we
mcr, are Indications, my love was return
cd. Possessed of his mutual conscious
ness, we sa in silence by the open WIN
dow on that beautiful summer night
gazing at he landscape, but thinking OF
one another. For hold to this belief
a. firmly as TO any IN the Greed y or
s. ChatcchiSm,' that no young lady Of
sixteen years and upward can be i'll he
presence Of the young man she likes ana
not think Of him, any more .han any
young man can be near Il" her whose love
i, life to him " and his thoughts be other
where. Therefore, in conformity with
this social law, Clara and | were think
ing Of one another. The Wight
charms us with is quiet beauty, bu
most of all BY the soft aud pleasing mel
ancho'y hat steals upon US aud fills Us
with higher and better though S. AT
such time we all feel the need Of sym
rathy, and sense of loneliness for
we are reminded of our flee ing years,
and at The time when oar race shall hayc
been run and we shall sink beneath the
horizon of The present into lie shadows
OF the din eternity. That Clara was
thinking of the same things that occu-
pied my mind, knew by the mild and
tea.ful mist tha was gradually stealing
over her eyes. E!a:a," said |, at
length, and my breath came quick and
my heart beat very fast. She 'urned
her deep and tender blue eyes full upon,
me. and in heir clear depths saw, by
the dim waning light, my own imagc.
even as trus ed it dwell upon the mir
ror Of her nmost soul. "Clara,' said |
again, and could not help no icing how
nicely the heavy bralds Of dark brown
hair swcp back from her clear white
brow. and its massive folds were gather
ed in o Il crimson silk net behind. | do
like to see girls hair brushed >moo hly
from her temples and neatly braided UNI
der silken net, for these little hair
nets that the girls wear now a-days, with
their sparkling beads and dropping tas-
sells and gilded spangles, have wonder
full power Of tangling up a fellows heart,
aud eyes, too, in their silkcn meshes, and
it ID very hard to get locsed from their
snares. /" Clara" | repeated, as took
her little soft white hand in mine, and
the long dark eyelashes fell so quietly
over her blue eyes, as if to vel from me
he loving lonk that dweIt there and
you know that there is no hing that
girls understand SO well as the art OF
dropping their eyclashes gracefully, and
! you know that every time those lit lie
silken iriuged curtains droop. they strike
heavier blow upon some ncighborina
masculine heart than whole broad,ide
from seventy-four gun irigate. But
must not wander so much from the
question" for you will all be anxious
| 70 know hor ! got sions, and who.he,