The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1873-06-21

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Nature up to Natures God. From every
thing she derived pleasure, and often con
muned with Nature and Art; in all sh
could see the useful, the practical and tn
beautiful. To her they were not oppose
but united. If every one would onl
open their eyes to this truth.
Reader, travelling alone teaches the valu
of sympathy. The tone of kindness, tn
smile of welcome are never priced accord
ing to their worth, till you meet them, o
vainly sigh for them in a foreign land
Sickness teaches US what is meant by tn
"heart of stranger" Every usage o
order and beauty, and every germ of glor
we desire to transplant to our land o
birth, or see tlourishing around our hearth
stone. To feel for the first time you are t.
roam in foreign lands, the love of home i
unfolded TO you, the loved ones who MOTTO
your outgoings and incomings, arise befor
you. Oh, the pangs of separation, tn
privileges of reuniting, seem to conspire il
fostering a deeper sense of dependence
and abiding trust in the "God of ou
salvation, who is the confidence of all tL,
ends of the earth, and of them that ar,
afar off upon the sea-" Hattie soon re
tired to her state-room and fell asleep
dreaming of the future.
Glover Dale, the residence of Mrs. Evans
was an old-fashioned edifice, thickly EN-
powered in ivy, clematis and honey suckle
situated short distance from the town Of
N. The dwelling stood upon high
hill, overlooking the country for miles
around; at the foot Of the hill was quiet
valley, surrounded by cultivated slopes
interspersed with rich woodlands. The
windows in the eastern part of the dwell
ing looked out upon sloping hill, termin-
ating in a smooth, green declivity to the
border of beautiful stream, which mean
del ed through the grove of willows and
alders, until it flowed into its mother
earth.
The morning on which Miss Weston was
expected had arrived, and Mrs. Evans was
seated at the window in the library,
busily sewing, occasionally casting an
anxious look up and down the road, to see
if the carriage was in sight. Airline, aged
fourteen; Ernest, eight, and Maud, six,
were standing in the porch,-the two
younger dreading the idea of being con-
fined to school-room; for they had always
done just as they pleased, and never were
accustomed to restraint, or yielding to any,
except Mamma. They imagined every sort
of dreadful forebodings, and made up their
minds that the governess was an ugly old
maid, and pictured her in everything but
glowing colors. 1t was really amusing to
watch the expression of each of these young
faces. Airline, the pensive and thoughtful
girl, sighed and bent her eyes to the ground,
saying, l did not intend to stay at home
this winter. l wanted to so to, boarding
school. l wish Miss Hattie had strayed
away.
Master Ernest began to strut manfully
backward and forward, declaring the 9TH
ers might do as they liked, but that he was
just going to do as he pleased.
Dear little Maud said she was going to
take her dolly into school; and little Ber-
tina, tho baby of two years, said she would
just whip Miss Hattie if she scolded her
sissy Maud. "Jes you ky sissy, and you
SAINT 60 to school, and will ky too, and
den Mamma will let you play with me all
de time"
AS Airline turned suddenly around, she
saw the carriage had noiselessly approached
and the object of her dread was standing
before her, but not as she and the children
had pictured her, prim severe old maid;
but beautiful young girl, apparently not
much older than herself; and as the eyes of
Hattie and Airline met, the latter saw in
her friend after her own heart; such a
one as she had ardently desired.
At this moment Mrs, Evans entered the
room, and seeing the mutual embarrass-
ment of both parties, said:
"Miss Weston, l presume To which
Hattie extended her hand, and warm
pressure proved to Hattie she was well
coined to Clover Dale.
"This," said Mrs. Evans, turning to
Airline, sis your eldest pupil, Miss Wes-
ton;" when Airline approached and well
coined her.
The dimples on the cheek of tho youth
full Governess grew deeper and deeper
Arline's dark eyes flashed through their
dropping frinses moro and more brightly,
and at length the smothered merriment
burst irresistibly forth. No sooner had
Arline's eye caught the arch glance, and the
ear the musical voice of Miss Hattie, than
she sprang forward to clasp her readily
hand, exclaiming:
81 am sure you will be my friend"
"That WILL" said Hattie, "but you
must promise never to call me an old maid
Governess again.
"No, indeed" said Airline, 81 love you
now," and Airline threw her arms affection
htcly dIouhu lcI HcW lTleHu HeCk, steal
ing kiss.
At this moment, Ernest, Maud and little
Bertha rushed to her, covering her with
kisses, and throwing few autumn leaves
in her lap, which they had just gathered.
Little Maud looked up into the face of
Hattie, and with childish simplicity, said:
"You wont take away my dolly and
make me study all day, will you?"
sob, no indeed, darling. would rath-
er help you dress your doll"
"And | can play my hoop and fly my
kite all day, if like, and roll my ball too,
can't ?" said Ernest.
eyes dear, if your Mamma wishes it,
'Oh, but Mamma and Papa say must
obey you"
every well, then, if You do that am
sure we shall each love one another
Two years rapidly passed, and Miss Hat
tie was still an inmate of Clover Dale-be-
loved by each and every one. The chill
dren respected her so highly that one word
of command was sufficient. In all their
plays she engaged, and finally they could
go no where or have no enjoyment, unless