Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1844-03-14


and night visions
II was bright day when hc,ravelled TO Wood .
lands the meadows were enamclled with thou.
sand gay blossom the busy hum Of myriads of
insects filled the air with their soft drcwsy music,
and Clifford felt how soothing are such sights and
and sounds to mans unquiet spirit And then how
cordial was the welcome that awaited him-how
happy was Dacre as he romped with his children
on the lawn-and how proud Of the gentle being
who shared his Joy ut the long-promised visit OF
his friend
You have greatly improved this place. Dacre
it is impossible TO conceive larer scene. How
gracefully blended are these flowers with that
acknowledging wilderness in the back
ground, it is like fairy land
| yes said Mrs Daere, and created by the
magical wand of Affection, aided by the fairy
: Goodwill
MARY made all these pretty flowers grow said
the lovely girl insiuuang her little hand into her
mother's--Mary does everything that is nice
'Your port folio boasts some exquisite paint
ings,' said Clifford, as he turned over the leaves
Il did not know that you were so fine an artist
They are indeed beautiful replied Mrs. Dacre,
but may not claim the merit-that belongs to
Mary
At this moment dinner was announced, and he
could ouly wonder who Mary was In his bed
room some bold spirited drawings attracted his at
,ention, and his eye quickly detected the name OF
Mary in the corner; all in the room bespoke of
female taste and consideration, and Dacre had
said all had been arranged by Mary. Some of
Dacres occupations were too common place for
the somewhat fastidious Clifford, and he delighted
in solitary rambles in one Of these he passed a
neat cottage the gay flowers in the little garden
before it arrested his steps, and he paused to ad-
mre the deep crimson stock, and the beautiful
double wall.fower often seen in such perfection in
the cottage garden Of. An aged woman in.
vted him to rest in her humble dwelling
Take this scat, sir said She pointing to one
whose very look bespoke comfort and ease; Il
suffer great deal from rheumatis, and Miss Ma.
ry from the Great House sent me this chair
Clifford seated himself in it.
ooh she's nice lady, so free and kind she
brought me those worsted stockings herself con
tinued the garulous dame, putting out foot not ex-
/ ac,y prototype of Tagoni's
Clifford had Byronc passion for the name Of
Mary, and it had come upon his ear so often ir
his brief soiourn ut Woodlands that he begun t.
feel quite sensation when it was named, and n,
small curiosity to see her who had right to tn
. title.
But it was the first of September and guns
dogs and birds, were formidable rivals TO the un
known Mary. The sky was clear-the air blan
I the birds. those fairy-formed and many colore'
r. things sung gaiy; and the stream looked pure AM
bright as it broke into dimples and laughed il
n the sum- Clifford and Dacre were out early, an
id with quick eye and sure aim, returned lade
It. with the spoil Dacre fingered behind to Civ
some directions and as Clifford crossed the law
" he heard the gay laugh of children, and the tone
We of the most musical voice mingling with theirs
He paused to listen-the sounds come nearer, an
n in moment he was in the midst of the group
sOl Mary is come home-dear, sweet Mary
i'll and we are so happy burst from the lips of tn
III delighted young ones
no Clifford was slightly embarrassed, but seein
or Dacre, he said, will you come and introduce m
~ to this lady who presume boasts some osh'
of name than my favorite one of Mary2
RI 30, YES, her name is Dacre; the orphan Chi
of nv poor brother Frederick he added in a lo'
C.. or tone and this, Mary IS my old friend Cllffor
res of whom you have heard honorable MENTION
IN. But tell me how are the Powes and Grace, ar
es how came you home so earlyP
od ITO answer that last question, first, Grace dro
rly me in the pony-chaise 10 park gate and we HI
no such delightful ride, everything looked so fire.
,r.' il seemed TO have been the charm Of novelty
had been as happy as bird but began to lO'
on. for nv dear dulce domum, and romp with n
led darling pets, said Mary as she stopped to kiss
children.
,ou When Clifford descended to The breakfast roc
n Mary was seated at the table, and as he enter
she was talking in cheerful tone to Mrs. Dac
.ial whose simple ma,ronly cap and fair gentle ia
and contrasted sweetly with the profession Of ia
,ar brown curls which hung in beautiful luSurlar
re-. over the more animated countenanced OIL co
and panion.
md Our truant has returned a, last said his he
-. ess. and she tells me you have met
NAL The brow Of Mary Dacre was sweet cl
/ I page, where you might read all that passed IN
!, kind and noble heart Her beauty did not iase
inn. ate for moment, bu, it attracted by It's grace