The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1879-07-19
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The following beautiful letter was
written several years ago, by "A gentleman
to a bride, on receiving her wedding card.
1t is eXquisitely fresh and original, and
full of poetry:
Il am holding some pastcboard III my
hands, Adtiic, and gazing on card and
a name-a name with which your gentle
life bcgan-a name with which your
throbbins heart was lost. There was
nothing strange about the card. The
maiden sign still looks from it, calm and
Customary, as it looked Oh many friend
ly visit, As It lies in many a formal bas-
ket. | am gazing, too. upon card
where the nearer parent tells the words
she will be home one day: and that is
nothing new. But there is another card
whose mingling there puts Il fiery TONGUE
into this SpcechleSs paSteboard enamcll-
ing fate on common place. 1t tells us
that feeling is maturing into destiny,
and that these cards are but the pale
hcralls of coming crisis, when Il hand
that has pressed friends hands and
pluckcl flowers shall close down on him
to whom she shall be friend and flower
forever.
Il have sent you few flowers to adj
orn the dying moments of your single
life. They are the gentlest types of a
delicate and durable friendship. They
spring up by our side when others have
deserted it: and they will be found
should cherish have forgotten us.
The three great stages of our being
are the BIRTH the bridal, the burial. To
the first we bring only weakness; for the
last we have nothing but dust. But here
at the altar, where life joins life, the pair
come throbbing up to the hoIyman, wills
pering the deep promise that arms each
other with each others heart to help on
the life struggles OF care and duty.
THE beautiful will be there borrow
ing new beauty from the scene; the gay
and the frivolous, they and their tlounccs
will come to gaze on all It's scattered
thoughts pant for; and age will totter up
to her the old words repeated that to
their own lives had given the charm
Some will weep over it rs if it were
the tomb, and some will laugh over it as
if it were Il joke. Two must stand by it.
for it is fatc-not fun-ths everlasting
locking of their lives.
"Anl now can You have quecned it
over 50 many Blended FORMS can yen come
down at last to the frugal diet of Il single
hcarto
. Hitherto you have been clock, Civ
ing your time to all the world. Now you
are a watch, buried in one particular
bosom. watching his breast making only
his hours, and ticking only to the beat Of
his hcart-whcre time and feeling shall
he III unison until these lower ties are
lost in that higher wcdiock. where all
trail heart Of all.
Hoping that calm sunshine may Ea'-
low your claSpcd hands, | sink silently
into signature.
3 Clara Omsley Of Stanford, KY, saw
nothing in the difference of AZ years be
tween her age and that of c. F. Burton
to prevent her from accepting him as II
sutton. but her father told Burton that he
was far too Old to become Clara's hus-
band, and warned him never to come
nigh lier again. Burton waited until he
saw OnlSley start for the village ten mil,
away, and then hurried to visit the girl
Omsley returned unexpectedly, found the
pair i'll the parlor together and shot Bur-
ton twice. But the wounds were slight,
and while the father was safely away in
jail, Burton and Clara got married.
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