Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1847-07-29

Yet wandering far beyond that innocent age
In all but its sweet looks and men divine .''SHELLHY.
IT was morning-beautifu morning-n
that fairest season of the year
"Whon April has wept itself to May"
Earth awoke from her winter sleep, fresh
and glorious and young, as if it were but
day since she bore on her bosom Adam and
Eve, and shed around them the flowers, and
breezes, and sunshine of Eden. Beautiful
ly looked the Eternal Mother, in her ever
renewed YOUTH over which the change, and
misery, and crime of six thousand years
have passed like shadow, and left no trace
There is no glamor like that of the pen
and it has this surprising spell, that the mag
ic extends also to the one who Yields the
charm. Let us, therefore, in this wet and
gloomy day, when heavy mist hangs like
a shroud over the dreary city--when under
our window sound the FLASHING footballs of
tired passers by, and the incessant rattle of
vehcles--let us, amidst all this, call up to
our minds eye the scene where our story
begins, and linger fondly over that beautiful
spot, in the delineation of which memory
strives with mag nation.
1t was the breakfast-room of house that
stood alone on hill side--one of those
stately mansions that are found in England,
FIR in the country, where generation after
generation of the old families of the gentry
are born, live, and die father, son, and
grandson occupying, in their turn, the same
abode, and descending to the same ancient
stone monument hard by. Cheerfully came
the warm morning sun into the room, not
steathily, as in early spring, but with a glad
overflow of light and warmth, Frightening
even the solemn oak furniture, and conten-
ding bravey with the tiny fire that was lit
through habit, until it fairly put out its an
tagonist and reigned supreme. The long,
low windows, on one side, opened on for
NAL, dainty little fower-garden, and then,
winding through a smooth lawn, lay mar
row walk that led into the forest, ON whose
borders the house lay. In three minutes
one might pass into that beautiful wood,
wild as if mans foot had never entered it,
and alive with the melodies of leaves quiv-
ering in the morning breezes. The tender
green of the thorn mingled with the dark
holly, that here We'd even with the oak in
size and grandeur: the primroses looking
out smiling from the roots of the old trees
and large beds of the wood anemone or
wind flower, seemed like a white, wavy
mantle cast over the long grass, in recess
es so thick that not a stray sunbeam could
pierce through. The loud songs of the
birds reached even to the house, like flood
Of aerial music the ringing carol of the
lark, and deep note of the throstle, the sill
very MARBLE of the linnet, and the soft COG
of the wood-dove, all mingling in sweet har.
mony.
Listening eagerly, with up-turned face
that did not shrink even from the broad daz
cling sunlight, sat little girl beside the
open window Her soft hair falling in curls
that pretticst fashion for child, was of that
hue which CLEAN of sunshine changes in.
to gold her head was turned aside but hei
attitude was full of childish grace, with the
little hands crossed on her knee, motionless
in silent thought. Opposite to her was
boy-her twn-brother--a taller and bolde
model of herself, sitting carelessly on thu
floor he was busily carving the top of
hazel wand. Boy-like, he whistled merrill,
over his work, and looked so happy ant
handsome, with his sunny curls, like his sis
ter's, hanging over a face that still preserv
ed the round curves of childhood, his deel
blue eyes shaded by dark heavy lashes, ant
the perfect classic profile of his mouth an,
chin, over which smiles were ever dimpling
WIN THESE young creatures, as with tn,
q. earth, it was the spring of lfe-to them j
was beautiful, hopeful, joyous morning.
The mother entered "a sweet, delicate
looking woman, fragile and graceful, in he
robe of pure white; and then the father cam
in, like shadow after sunshine. lie wa
tall man, of middle age but the sharI
lines about his mouth, and a crown entirel
bald, gave him the appearance of create
age. Yet, not single gray hair minge'
with the thick brown locks at the back q
his head, and his form was unbent. Hi
cold, clear blue eyes cleaned from under
hanging brows, and his noble forehead wa