The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1902-03-08

ELKT0N LONG AGO.
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By J. POLK RACINE.
By ]. POLK RACINE.

brook on the glorious night when our
heads were glossy black. And the old
trees of gum and beach which lowered
the brook from the foot-log around to the
highway, are all gone, and soon we too
will step off of this stage to come back
/ no more forever.
Oh. you naughty Morris, | heard that
! kiss strike the old board fence on our
left Why don't you behave yourself
even if you are in an old OK cart.
| "Gep there. Buck -
Let them drink. Pocahontas,' calls
ont pretty Matte.
| Our hero is working his way up next
to the forboard, and now his hand is
| fumbling down close to the urchin's perch
on the tongue. And while the muley's
are pouching their sides with the crystal
like fluid, Morris unhooks the chain that
keeps the bed from fitting, and when
Buck and Berry are properly inflated, the
hickory is laid on by the driver, then
Morris moves his magnificent form of
| $50 of avOidupOis next to the tail-boarI
and just when it is the right time, away
| she went. But it was soon over, two
sweet little screams, two pairs Of shApely
| little feet kicking in the air. while the
beams from fair Luna were dancing on
two pairs of snow white stockings, and
the beaus STOPPING to help their sweet
hearts to stand upright, the while our
hero was almost convulsed with laughter
| mt the result Of his cuSedncss.
| Then sweet Matte gathers up Il brush
| and brushes Morris clear over to the old
| foot-log. when our hero catches her lily
| like hands and kisses the ruby lips, and
walks back to the carry-all and the
driver is handed two bright quarters and
told to take Buck and Berry back to old
Vinegar Hill.
Oh, how oft do | think of the joyous
/ days of my childhood and at such times
my miserable old heart is exclaiming as
! did one of old.
Backward, turn backward, oh time. in
your flight
Make me II child again. just for tonight;
Mother come back from the echoleSS
shore,
Take me again to your heart, as of yore;
| Kiss from my forehead the burrows Of
| care,
Smooth all these silver threads out of my
Over my slumbers your loving watch
! keep.
Rock me to sleep mother. Oh. rock me
to sleep"
| The quartet concluded 10 return to the
home of the girls, as their white gowns
were Soilcd by being tumbled into the
brook
| Soon two of this quartet were Joined
| So, Lao, IA. Il ,..,+.
became the honoured wife of Morris's
comrade in courtship. And only recently
she has crossed the wide stream that sep
arates the living from the dead. But she
is now watching the pearly gate that
leads into the city of the king of glory.
Yes me thinks that she is constantly
looking this way. looking for her loved
companion, for her darling children, for
brother and sisters. Oh, may she not be
disappointed.
Father and mother, safe in the vale,
Watch for the boatman, wait for the
sail,
| Bearing the loved ones over the tide
Into the harbor, near to their side.
Looking this way, yes, looking this way
Loved ones are waiting, looking this way
Fair as the morning, bright as the day.
Dear ones in glory, looking this way
When the young lovers arrived back AT
the homestead, pretty Matte and Morris
were in advance of the other two, and
Mattie was sweetly singing while enter
ing the lane
Roll on silver moon. guide the lovers on
their way,
While the nightingale song is in tune;
But never never more with my true love
| I'll stray.
BY thy sweet silver light bonny moon.
TIA, tn. dear old Morris
Next week we will attend the races
with Jolly John, and his old partner. dear
old Joe Pudd, who was as black as ebony
itself and just Il little wider and thicker
than he was long. Joe will have n mon
Stcr swapping turtle on the ground. and
by their antics Jolly John and he will
| reap wonderful harvest