Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1847-12-09


words that we had spoken must always
remain a barrier between our hearts.
The ruggodest remnant OF common
sense would have taught me that we had
quarroled only because we were "A little
lower than the angels : that Kate was
un, the same cloud that shrouded me,
and that a quick return, one kiss, one
word Of love, would heal the wound for
ever.
But it is moi permitted that love and
common sense shall dwell together in
mems brains, and so held my course,
gloomily thinking of all that had chanc-
ed since travelled that road before of
the new wishes, and pleasures, and hopes
that since then, had sprung up in my
heart, and of the sudden storm that had
blasted them all.
Turn back, dear reader, with those
thoughts Of mine, pray thee.
Just before the Indian summer, my
good friend Frank RUSSELL had promis-
ed me a fortnight's shooting in the Old
Colony-for thus fondly do the good
people of Plymouth name their weather.
worn county. We were TO visit his UNI
Gle, the Colonel, and much he boosted
to my willing ear Of the old gentleman's
hospitality. Something there was, too,
in praise of his cousin Hates beauty,
but that minded less.
We were nearly ready for our jour
,oy ,yLop cud,ionIv Satan mr. MomuS Or
some other of the subterraneans, crazed
Franks governor with vain hope that
his son might make something in the
world, if cut loose from his old associa-
tons. Speedily to coin this into reality,
he shipped poor Frank, unwarned, with
out one farewell call, or parting supper,
there, from the bad emnence of a stool
in Front street, to win his flight to use,
fitness, distinction, and a plum.
was not to be banked of my sport,
and day ortwo after Franks disappear
ance, mounted the Plymouth stage,
beside Ben Stebbens, the driver, and
started down the road at the decent rate
Of six miles an hour.
Speed is reckoned by miles and min
utes on that route nowadays; but the
sway Of life was then a pleasant walk
not steeple chase, that steam ha:
made it since. Sensible people were
laughing at the vagaries of a madcap fell
low named Fulton, who pretended &c
have made boat move without oar ol
sail. Old sea-dogs wagged their heads
land reckoned she went down the
Stream.
Wepay dearly for these new inventions
that men find out;-for steam, we have
bartered away race Of great-soulet
men, yclept stage-drvers universe
phlanthropists, different in mark ant
number from those of our bad days
men whose h carts had no opportunity Il
close, whose daily business it was L
ride chatting and laughing, stealing Sc
cret kisses, leaving kind messages, ant
dropping love-letters and presents o
game and city finery, through miles o
sunny woodland,
But, alas for the noble craft Tn
men of the long whip and many coats
the oracles of the waysde inn, the ruler
Of the world-if 'all the worlds a stage
are fast passing away. Yet are the
booked for a glorious Immortality
Their lines are fallen in pleasant places
Tony Weller will keep the road till 9Th
last pike is paid, and the last man Sc
down in paradise.
OF this race, so full of the milk Of hu
man kindness, Ben Stebbens was, lk
Sir John. the very butter. Still NOR
like Sir John, he was five fingers THO
upon the ribs and, in all that goodl
frame, there was not nerve or muscl
that did not vibrate with good humo
, Well was it for me, that soon apprc
prated a niche in his heart to myself
, The ColonePs house was but a fe'
miles from Plymouth. Ben pointed
| out to me as we approached, and, peerin
; through the rows Of lofty elms that hi
, it from the road, my eyes fell on il love
ly girl, who was fastening towards us
+ her dark brown curls blown back froI
her flushed cheeks, and her eyes sparI
ling, and of that deep dark brown tht
= has no counterpart in nature, no raven
: wing, or summer sky, to help the poe
, to a simie and SO has passed unsung /
a the passionate tribe.
J., "That airs the Colonel'S darter," sa
S Ben-a fact which had guessed mar
: a second before. 1t was the first Tin
v that ever woman's beauty hld quicker
ed my heart, and in a moment he
It wished Franks father life time of a
S hctions for having separated me fro
= SO bewitching a companion. She had
e basket TO be taken TO Plymouth, and
g sat on the side of the coach nearest he
d she reached it to me. My eyes we
n fixed on her beautiful face, and | gropt
II about for the charge like blind maj
d of course / missed it, and il fell, strewiI
n the ground with needIe-books, thimble
d SCISSORS, and all the infinite armor of
c lady's work box. She looked half We
f ed, half amused, at my awkwardnc:
J. and, abashed for the first time in n
e life, leaped to the ground to repair Il
s. fault. The articles were gathered t,
C quickly for me TO summon enough of n
n ecattora1 units 10 GIN ~ anu th..S, n.o1,,,