Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1839-08-13

In bodily WORDSWORTH.
A village in the south of England is one
Of the loveliest sights in nature ; and it is
what il seems the very nesting place OF po-
etry, love and happiness. II gltters with
its white washed cottages and garden walls,
among the green trees, mid which it is en-
powered, like The golden fruits of Spain,
peeping from beneath the rich foliage that
does but partially conceal them. Its mead
ows, its tapering church splrc, its hedge
! rows, its lanes of sweet brlar and wild ro-
ses, its lattices with their clustering lessa-
mine and honeysuckle, its gardens with their
bee hives, lis orchards with their odIierous
blossoms and above all ITS simple, yet
cheerful inhabitants, ignorant of the great
world, and unwilling TO have that ignorance
enlightened, all combine to render village
IN the south OF England, the most delightful
spot in the universe. How sweet TO retire
from the world TO such heaven of rcpose,
and there TO cultivate the pnrer affections
Of ones nature, and keep the soul divided
b, rainbow zone, from the giosser aimos-
phere Of common existence. There are
many little paradiscs of the kind speak of,
and should be contented with any one OF
them, although if had any choice, ! should
perhaps fix upon Woodburn, in preference
TO all the rest. My prediction rs the more
singular, ms all my associations connecte1
with the rccolleciions Of that village are OF
peculiarly melancholy cast. Even there
the spoier, sorrow, had found an entrance
and his victims were not unknown to me-
will cndeavor to recall their story; it is 9
simple one, but il suits we'll the color of my
mind, and shall therefore avail myself o
this opportunity TO narrate II.
Let me paint her as first saw her. /
was in her cottage garden, on brigh
summer morning, when The dew was still
sparkling on the flowers. She held bool
IN her hand, but she was not reading. Sh
stood wrapt in a delightful revery with he
eyes fixed on two Young rose bushes.
knew not she was my old friends only chill
yet stopped Involuntary to gaze upo
her ! had never before seen aught 5
beautiful {; and that too without the shado'
Of pretence. cannot describe her flea
lures, but their combined effect was rreS'
tible. There was world of expression
an unlathomable depth of feeling IN he
dark blue eye. | saw the tear start into
but the thought that called il up was mere
ly transient, for a smile gathered on her liI
Immediately afterwards. and chased ava
with lis light the little harbinger of sorros
AT that moment the gate was thrown ope
and a youth entered. lie was her lover
knew at a glance. A deeper crimsC
spread itself over her check, and her smi
hndled into one of more intense deligl
They stood together-England could n
have produced more noble pair. Tn
seated themsclyesin the sunshine The YOU
took the book and read aloud. IL was
poetic page over which they hung. :
leaned her white arm on her levers shot
DEF, snd gaLed upon him with delight a
breathless attention. Who Is II that !
sic there is no happiness on earth Z III
ne seen Edmund and Florence on that ca
bloc morning, he would have confessed
absurdty OF his creed.
Edmund was the eldest son Of the villa