Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1839-07-19

our travellers reached the end oi thplr l0ur
Dev. For more than n mile their road had
run along the very summit %. o hlll, tx
! ceedlnGv broken. vet commanding a tiur
view ct the country. Suddenly It swept
! back from an eminrnce running parallel,
aud the road turned sharply down INTO a
| 'l;le valley of some twenty acres. Through
| a chasm between The two bills mountain
stream dashed IN a sheet of foam to the
valley. and wound III a considerable body
| through az opening IN the north. Just IN
| the curve Of the hill stood a small, neatly
furnished house. with a meadow spreading
IT'S green bosom IN 'front.' and small gar
| den, hedged by rows OF currrant bushes
and cherry trees, both rudy with fruit,
stretching to n preciplce at the oack. Mr.
Snlhgate checked his horse at the bend Of
the road, and pointing to tho valley as "
| lay, serene and beautiful, in the bosom Of
| the hills. said.
There Grace is our farm look at it
then look abroad. aud say # the whole is
not even more beautiful than have de,
! >cr,bed IT.
Grace bent eagerly forward and for
some moments remained breathless|y ga
z,ng on the sublime scenery around her,
| Lesser decIlvnies than the one on which
they stood, were swelling away on either
SIDE like succession Of broken waves, till
their undulaiions were los, in the distant
landscape, spreading away to The HORIZON
IL a sea of forest trees. Cultivated farms
occasionally broke the monotonous foliage
of hlll SIDE, or smiled IN the valleys like
spots Of Joy in the waste Of lfe while
here and there s,nDenduous fragments of
rocks upreared their rlfled heads from he
l bosom of the wilderness like tie battle
ments of darker world, their sides dashed
sparlngly with stlnred trees, dead pines
brlstIluI IN their naked sides. aud the
green m0narchs OF the forest CrOwdlDg to
their iect a to do them homage. The
sun was on the verge of the horizon show
er,ng It's powdered gold over a portion Of
The west. melting into purple twilight over
the still bosom OF the forest. Regardless
of fatigue. the father and daughter sat
gazing upon the scene, wrapped in mourn
ul thoughts. which so naturally steal np0n
the mind when the dav is expiring. Mel
Their sopke. for both were thinking Of her
who bad been the sun of their lutte world.
'Halloo there whats the difficulty, in
CURED lu-ry farmer, riding up The hill
with a bag Of newly ground meal 'htown
acros his horse by way of saddIe--'halow
does your horse shy, or have you lost a
lnchpln?'
M ,jn hgaJo took up his r.ia,, and un-
swerIng that nothing was the matter, was
proceeding down the hill. but his new
trend soon came on a level with him and
drew up for IA parlev.
, Rather guess I've seen thalare horse
| o'yourn afore, hav'nt l?--don't he belong
on Paris IIiI?
Mr.. Sutbgate replied that it did.
, 'Sartln ont the first mnit--cny news
stlrrln?'
Mr. Suthgate replied tina, he knew of
r none.
Belong on Paris Hill, ha?'
| No, ~ Boston,
5 Boston why you ant the man that's
bought Mr.. Deans place down below here
: are vou''
, Yes, have purchased the farm at the
! foot Of the hill.
Wal, now thought So glad to see
, you, Mr.. Sulhgate- that's your name they
, tell me--hope you'll be neghborly--I 1--we
: in the black house you've juss past, land
, the good hearted fellow reached over and
q
been swinging fax for wager; then re.
. somIng his perpendicular on the meal.bag
he continued.
, 'Thal's your daughter s'pose p
Yes, NY only ch,ld'
, I've got one Just about her age--II
. send her over To scropp acquaintance to,
! mnrrow--you' find my oldest glrl waiting
q for vou.'
. Grace smiled gently, and said she should
Y be happy TO zee his daughter.
= Yes warran, you'll be like two peas in
pod--you'i find all your things in order
. Mr., Su'hga'e--we went down and helped
unload the goods night aI0re last they are
all put up just us You wrole--lf there's any
:, thing more to do III ride back with YOU
Mr.. Su'bgate thanked nm as his kind.
: ness deserved, but declined troubling him.
1 wal good night then--if any thing
! wanted you'll know where to send-.my
names Human then the kind farmer
. settled himself on his meal bag, and admo-
nIshlng his horse with his stIfrupl esslioot
e trot'ed toward home, while his new neigh
o bors proceeded to their habuaron.
As Mr. Human had taught them to OK,
d pec', they found his daughter waiting their
arrival, and, after slight supper, Grace
received her fathers kiss and went to her
little chamber. Her heart swelled as she
eoered It, The furniture was that Of her
bed chamber in Boslon-the same white
q counterpane was on the bed-and the nipht
wind came through the small open sashes
T laden with the breath of wild flowers, and
r played with It's invisible fingers among the
q snowy folds of the same muslin curtain that
7 draped her windows at home.
How very, very good It was in dear papa
to think of bringing all these things here
were the grateful thoughts with which the
young girl sunk TO sleep,
, Mr., Su'hgale had selected the occupa,
j lion of farmer as that N winch he sbonId