The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1904-02-20

| 1lNtr oIA tllt East Sue VI lHt
| 81 Glasgow road, at the very
entrance to Elkton, is one of
~ the lCvelir>t meadows lima GIN
able. L. il so near to Elkton
/ ~. mt olin point that nothing in
~ tervrnFS but the Big Elk
Greek, which cuts the mead
loose from cur little city right
mt the bridge Oh the Glasgow
rUrd. And what Il halcyon play ground,
would this grand Old meadow be for
ialslS OF bright little fairies to gnmbol
in, when fair Luna's bright. round face
Is Kidding higlt up IN the purple wonder
ef IrhOvah's skies. And looking to the
south, ones eyes encounter CrCSwclt >
IiM, on the summit Of which stands one
Nf the grlnGcSt mansions III the State,
the magnificent ndticc is cmhowcrcd in
stately trees, shruhh,ry of nlmr>t every
known v"ricty. i was here that Il real
President Of the United States, visited his
Postmaster General. that ilu>trou> pa
triot. statesman. john \. j. crcSwu!l.
CCcL revCarri son.
1t is McIwrim'& meadow of which |
write and CErswclrS lovely mead. on the
west side of the road i much broader in
ceres and equally rs uualt aud hcauti-
ful as her sister, ACROSS the way.
but with that hulu-y. we will have moth
ing more to 90 ut his writing. But it is
the Mclntirc mead. THAT want to call
my readers atrrI.tinn entirely to. because
Vt WAS on that sid. that all the funny
events were irl",..I. And because of
this fact the Oh author loves the east
mead tine best, ami he always did think,
and StiI thinks, ut 10 his writing. that
Che hIrlitS wal'bir more Swcctly. that the
flowers nod more --l",fully. and that the
iaughng, dancing waters of the brook
snurmur in Il rnuh more loving tone
while gently sweeping the pretty mead
fmUuul.
And what IN El'n Of glory, has this
locality hecn to tine Nwct thCartS of old
who from generation to generation have
been clandcstincly meeting in this loved
spot. Nh m;ny N pretty maiden has
been coulted and wyI in this paradise.
How sweet 10 roylinc meath the cmcr
aid rohed trees,
Where fliry like footsteps have trol,
With the babblo "r waters, the hum OF
the bees,
Melting into the spirit, delicious degrees
OF exquisite scftncs>. in moments like
these,
have talked Wit! the angels of Cod"
And now ruid"lS, We have spread out
before lis, one Of the lovc.iCst scenes fol
-AgC of the most LldicrouS stories that has
.Ner. as yet, been poncilcd off to You by
your old scribe. But before we go int
'h' Story, for which the head lines OF
'itlc, still stand good. We will give Il side
went, which happened also ON this
sc No.
Many times havc | seen Rcynard
4hnk"n from tho bag in This meadow. and
uftcr the sly villain had cantcrcd males.
ticlly over the southeastern Hill, the
hounds cut loose and soon glory led the
VAN.
. One chilly morn IN December, after the
CtCS of the chds"lS had grown faint,
'mwi the h0rscm"n had all swept over
Cr,slwcll's Hill, many footmcn remained
All the scene of the start, because there
were one other event 10 be pulled off in
Che grand old Neal, which was to be the
'ftclmath to rcynalds beautiful gallon
~ the hills and away.
Thie: side play Of which | speak, was
nothing only the wheeling of a wheel.
barrow to a S;lk" twenty PAGES away,
ihe wheeler to H., blndfold and turn
thrcc times around while gcarcd to the
oarrow, and then find out after he had
stopped, where h" thought the object