Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1846-12-18


idly along the winding road, with one bonnet
and several gray caps in il; it entered my
gate, drove up TO the porch and I found my
self among hearty American friends once
more.
Wednesday was reserved for a glorious
country holiday and it turned out a day of
pleasuring without alloy. Rare as is the
event of a pleasure day without alloy, for
once it was so. A party of seventeen per-
sons, aged somewhere between seventy, six
and twelve years, met on the shore of Gras-
mere-about three miles from my house,
We had three boats, and in them rowed by
| ladies', children, young men or servants, as
| The fit took us-we crossed to a shady, shin
civ spot, before the greatest heat of the day
came on. There, on the shingle, some lay
down and talked or played duck and drake,
while others dabbled in the ripple, or dipped
their heads and let the water stream from
their locks. Abby Hutchinson, the young
est of her parents sixteen children, and there
fore called ''the baby" dropped asleep for a
few minutes, with her head upon a stone
her sweet form looking as calm and innocent
as any baby's. Other young ladies pushed
off in a boat, TO practice rowing, and came
back relieved of the toll by a spirited little
fellow of twelve, who welded their oars man
fully. Then went off one or another of the
Hutchinsons, rowing away suddenly, as if
for his life, and coming back no less vehem-
emily. 1t was a gay little party, on the mar
gin of a clear lake at the bottom Of a basin of
mountains, all green to the summit-dappled
with woods and slopes, gay sunshine and
deep shade. In the midst of the lake, was its
one island, green and bare, except on the
side where a pine grove cast its shadow on
the waters. On the opposite margin was
The village of Grasmere with its old church
its low and square tower showing itself
among the trees. Immediately behind it
arose Helm Crag, the most beautiful summit
in all the neighborhood for form, light and
shadow. To the left branched off the noun
tains, now gray and purple, which emcom-
pass Easedale. To the right assembled, wind
ing round the skirts of Helvellyn, the road
to ksswick. Scattered nearer at hand, among
the hooks and on the slopes of the hills around
the lake, were dwellings whose aspect might
have tempted wandering spirits of earth or
air to stay and rest amid Natures peace. In
this scene was our morning passed.
Then came the merry dining; the spread
ing of the table-cloths on the grass the find
ing rocky seats to eat on conveniently {; and
the grouping Gas if they could not help it)
of the Hutcninsons to sing, their breath of
song stirring up the ~quietest spirits of the PAL
ty, like a breeze breaking the CLASSY calm of
the lake; and then the lazy rest after dinner,
broken by the arrival Of a fourth brother OF
the HutchinSon's, bringing letters and news
papers from Liverpool by the last packet
When each on his separate stone had read
his letters and dispensed his public news, all
who were ready for enterprise, and not afraid
Of the heat, began to climb in the direction oil
High Close. What a scramble was the first
parttN Tempted by the shade of a wall, we
went straight up the face Of the hill, where
the grass was as glossy and slippery with
tie dry weather as 80 much satin, and for al.
most every step forward we slipt one back
Alter a few laughs, some sensations Of des-
pair, many slldes, and universal VOWS to re-.
turn another way, We all reached the road
J half way up the ascent, and from thence all
was easy. Cool airs soon came to US oyel
the ridge before us; we got some water at a
farm house, and then attained our object
We stood in a field whence wescommandet
a fine view of Westmoreland. Far to tn,
left stretched away Windermere among The
lessenirg hills. Nearer to US lay Loughrigg
tarn, a round little lake, on higher ground
though beneath US. There it lay, blue ant
clear, under the dark slopes of Loughrigg.-
Immediately below us spread Filter Water
looking like a group of ponds amid gree
meadows. To the right stretched Langdale
the winding narrow valley which is overhunl
at the farther end by the glorious Langdal'
Pixies, our landmarks amidst the billow'
hill-region in which we live. Last of all
arose Bowfell-the mountain mass whicI
closes in the whole. Such is the mere out
line of the scene, which, sprinkled over wit
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tic on a promontory of Windermere, 10 tn
gray hut on the mountain side-with farm
steads, hamlets, mills, cottages cliapt
here, a bridge there, a sheep-fold below-suc
: is the scene which is rightly called the fine.
5 view of Westmoreland. The Hutchinson
will never forget it. They noted down III
2 names in their tablets, and the features of tn
' scene in their minds. In TIE midst of it al
e however, sweet Abby, looking herself &
fresh as a daisy, had in her hand a basin
= clear cold water for the benefit of the thirst
! After returning to the boats, the next thir
S was to row across to Grasmere, as we we
: to 90 a mile beyond the village, to a friend
l house in Easedale, to tea. That was an ev,
: ming to be remembered. Our venerable no
tess sat, in her beauty, under a shady tire,
happy among her happy guests. The tea-t
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We were in a garden, in front of a viii
cottage-an elegant, rambling cottage, a
covered with roses, whose porch was almo
one mass Of blossom and spray. The su
let us alone under our trees, while it shol
every where else, making the wild and som
times dreary Easedale one scene of light al
greenness. Soon the Hutchinsons group'
themselves, as if by some irresistible attra
ton. and sang piece after piece, to the ra
ture of their hearers. Those who have hea
them sing The Cot ,Ohere zoe ,cere Born, ~
n OhiO BOafman, and the Ercehi0r, may co
ceive something of our delight. And-or
e things to be doing-they were next teachir
us 10 play For and Geese on the green belo,
i They themselves played with great hume
S and in the midst of our fun, | saw that all Il
servants of the house were looking on from
:, corner of the terrace, and not a few lahore
e from outside the gate. 1t was dim twilig
when we arrived at home, after our mer
f, drive of five miles; but Asa Hutchinson W
:. mt ca tired-nor Ahhv nathan hut that thf