The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1863-12-26

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was making such fuss 10 say, for
doubtless even now some young fellow is
saying, Whit fool TO be so bashful
about such an every day and common
place occurrence ~ But find that the
greatest men are nonpiussed GU such
occasions-and that there is nothing
that men do so awkwarlly. and at no
than when they are saying, or trying to
say, what i. is mans highest privilege to
say, and woman's dearcss privilege 10
hear. | wonder that so many get along
as well as they do, and that the old
story of love has been repeated for six
thousand years, aud has never yet lost
its freshness. Clara" said |, once
more, and the name fingered upon my
lips and echoed in my ears like the
strains of some sweat beguiling melody,
for there is no name so full of music,
nor sound as sweet, as the name Of one
we love. And saw he faint pink upon
her cheek deepen into full red, and she
turned away her head and rested her
face upon her hand, for she knew | was
looking at her. and, in fact, could no.
help thinking how cunningly the little
lace frill eucirclcd her gently curving
neck, and how lovingly tue golden blace-
lets ciasped her fair round arms, and
how tie rings spark!ed upon her slender
little fingers that were pressed against
her cheek, and how becoming the belt
that encircled her slender waist. And |
| thought how much better "a black broad
| clio b sleeve would contras. with her blue
silk dress, aud how much better my arm
would serve the purpose of the crimson
belt. And on experiment | found | was
right. Thus, wi h one hand claspcd in
hcrs,.and one arm folded around her
, waist, sa, by her side in the dim twi-
light but TIE words that my hear said,
and my tongue wanted to say, were as
yet unspokcn. Fast and quietly the
moments sped onward, and the old clock
on the stairs reminded me, alas too oft.
en- Of their rapid fight. CsarQ" said
|, once more, very slowly aud quietly,
and | beut forward to whisper in her ear
how when suddenly she turned, and
| by some strange coincidence our lips
| met. just then the harvest moon rose
! full and clear over he hills and bathcd
the quiet valley in its mellow lustrc,
and shining through the arching trees
overhead, spread its net work Of shade
and shine over The green lawn, the ivied
| cottage, and upon Two heads very close
| together III Il certain window Of that cot
tage. - " hat bright aud moonlight
night,' said |, quite cody, and in quite
a mattcr-oi-tact way, as Ciara,s lit lc
! brother Fred burst INTO the room with
his large boots and prodig !ous '';hunk'
of gingerbread. and inquired, in his
knowing way-how troublesome girls lit
tie brothers are sometimes &c " hat are
you and Robert doing here, Clara ~
think i would have been hard for either
of US to have answered his question ;
but as she turned away from the window
| caught the elmmer of tear drop in
her joyful eye. Many Yeas
have passed since this happened, aud yes
he summer of our youthful love has not
yet flown, nor Its romance departed, for
this very evening we sat together by the
same old window and looked upon the
same old landscape. The same dear
head rested upon my shoulder my arm
encircicl the same dear waist. Years
have but. ripened the bloom upon the
! fair check, and womanhood has bu: deep
cncd the blueness of the same deep, ten.
der eyes, and ripened the fuucss Of the
cherry lips that but JUS now murnured,
with kiss, ;he words that tried 10 say
! long years ago love you -