The Middlebury people's press. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1841-1843, 1843-02-08

There lived few years ago, in the int
rior of one of the Middle States, sturdy
farmer, well 10 do in the world, by the name
of William Wilder. He had wandered
away from Yankee land in his Younger days,
to seek his fortune; and having been en-
ployed by respectable Quaker, to work on
his farm, he had contriyed, with true Yam
kee adroitness, 10 win the affections Of the
old mans daughter, and had married her.
His wife having espoused one of the worlds
people, contrary to the rules of order, was
of course read out of society," but William
loved her none the less for that; if any
thing, he felt little rejoiced at it, for he
tho't it seemed TO bring her little nearer
to him. He had 10 particular objections
to them theeing and thouing sort of folks ;
he had always found them pretty good
sort of people, but he had no idea that he
should ever Join them himself. and therefore
felt sort of relief, a something that he
could hardly describe, when told that his
wife was read OUT
Mrs. Wilder, however, never overcome,
and perhaps never tried to overcome, the
habits which had grown up with her child
hood and youth, she always called her hus-
band William, and through life to speak the
Quaker dialect. But this from her lips was
never ungrateful or unwelcome to Wilder's
ears; for one of the sweetest sounds that
dwelt in his memory was when he asked
her a certain question, and her reply was,
William, thee has my heart already, and
nv hand shall be thine whenever thee may
please TO take it,
William Wilder was thrifty and STIR
ring man in few years he found himself
the owner of a good farm, and going ahead
in the world as fast as the best of his neigh
bors. Nor has the whole sum of his good
fortune been yet stated. He was blest with
a daughter-a bright. rosy checked, healthy,
romping girl, full oflife and spirits, and in
his eyes, exceedingly beautiful.
This daughter, at the period which is
now to be more particularly described, had
reached the age of eighteen years. Her
complexion was naturally fair, but little
Drowned from exposure TO he sun, for she
had been accustomed from childhood to be
much in the open air. If this, however,
had detracted aught from her beauty, it was
more than compensated by the vigor and
elasticity it had impaired to her frame, and
the bright and deep lusture it had brought
to her dark hazel eye. She was object
of engrossing love to her parents, and of
general attraction in the neighborbood.
There's that Joe Nelson alongside of
Debby again. said Mr.. Wilder to his wife,
rather pettishly as they came out OF meet.
ing one warm summer afternoon, and COM
menced their walk homeward.
4 wish he wouldn't make himself quite
so thick
well, now, my dear, think thee has a
little TO much feeling about it, returned
Mrs. Wilder. Young folks like to be to-
gether, thee knows, and Joseph is clever
and respectable young man nobody ever
says word against him.
Yes, he's too cleaver to be worth any.
thing said Wilder; 'and, by-the.by, he'll
take it into his head, if he hasn't already,
to coax Debby to marry him. Eve no idea
of her marryinga pauper; I've worked too
hard for what little property I've got, 10 be
willing to see it 60 to feed vagabond, who
never earnt anything. and never will. l
don't believe Joe'll ever be worth hundred