The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1848-07-20

was not proud even of not being proud
Chafe all his feathers, and still yon could
rouse but the dove. My father was slow and
mild, my uncle quick and fiery; my father
reasoned, my uncle imagined; my father was
very seldom wrong, my uncle never quite in
the right; but, as my father once said of him,
Roland beats about the bush till he sends
out the very bird that we went to search for.
He is never in the wrong without suggesting
to us what is The right" All in my uncle
was stern, rough, and angular; all in my
father was sweet, polished, and rounded into
natural grace. My uncle's character cast
out multiplicity Of shado,cs Hka Gothic pile
IN northern sky. My father stood serene IN
the light like Greek temple al midday in a
southern cline. Their persons correspondent
with their natures. My uncle's high aquiline
features, bronzed hue, rapid fire Of eye, and
upper lip that always quivered, were no.
table contrast to my fathers delicate profile,
quiet, distracted gaze, and the steady sweet
ness that rested on his musing smile. Ro-
lands forehead was singularly high, and rose
to peak in the summit where phrenologlsts
place the organ of veneration, but it was
narrow and deeply furrowed. Augustnc's
might be as HIGH but then soft, silky hair
waved carelessly over it----concealing its
height, but not its vast BREADTH on which
not wrinkle was visible. And yet, withal,
there was q great family likeness between
the two brothers. When some softer senti-
ment subdued him, Roland caught the very
look Of Augustine when some high emotion
animated my father, you might have taken
him for Roland. | have often thought since,
in the greater experience of mankind which
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their dcstnies had been eXchanged--if Ro-
land had taken to literature, and my father
had been forced into action---that, strange as
it may seem, each would have had greater
worldly success. For Roland's passion and
chile effect to study; he might have been a
historian or poet. 1t is not study alone
that produces a writer; it is intensity. In
the mind, as in yonderT chimney, to make the
fire burn hot and quick, you must narrow the
forced into the practical world, his calm depth
of comprehension, his clearness of reason, his
general accuracy in such notions as he once
entertained and pondered over, joined to a
temper that crosses and losses could never
rufic, an utter freedom from vanity and self
love, from prejudice and passion, might have
made him very wise and enlightened coun'
selor in the great affairs of life--a lawyer, a
diplomatist, Il statesman, for what know
80 e"not ,general---if his tender humanity
} had not stood IN the way OF his military ma
thematics.
But, as it was---with his slow pulse never
stimulated by action, and too little stirred by
even scholarly ambtion---my fathers mine
went on widening and widening, till the cir
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ton and Roland's passionate energy frette(
into fever by every let and hindrance, in the
struggle with his kind---and narrowing more
and more as it was curbed in the channels o
{ active discipline and duty-missed its dut
, career altogether; and, what might have beer
the poet contracted into the humorist
Yet, who that had ever known we, coulC
> have wished We other than We were---ye guile
simple both, in spite ofall the learning of thu
: one, all the prciudices, whims, irritabilities
and crotchets of the other. There you ar
both seated on the height of the old Roman
camp, with volume of the Stratagems O
, Polyenus Cor is it Frontinus p open on m,
fathers lap; The sheep grazing in the furrow
of the Recommendations the curious stee
gazing at you where it halts in the spac
whence the Roman cohorts glttercd forth
S And your boy biographer standing behin'
you with folded arms; and as the scholar rea
: or the soldier pointed his cane to each fame
ed post in the war, filling up the pastors
:, landscape with the eagles ofAgrippa and tn
|, scythed cars Of Boadicea
A WOMAN AGAIN-AND UNCLE TOBY
It A cold drizzling rain had come on with
the last two hours; and, though it was July
!. it was as chilly as if it had been October. M
ii mother whispered to me, and l went out: /
f. ten minutes more, the logs (for we lived in
;, wooded country blazed merrily in the CRATE
n WHY could not my mother have rung tn
II bell, and ordered the servant to light fire
o My dear reader, Captain Roland was poo
IT and he made capital virtue of economy!
II The two brothers drew their chairs nea
n to the hearth my father at the left, my uncl
n at the right; and and my mother sat dow
G, to Fox and geese"
r. Coffee came in-one cup for the Capital
l. for the rest of the party avoided that e2
= citing beverage. And on that cup was
picture Oils Grace the Duke Of yelling
80 ton
r During our visit to the Roman camp, m
i, mother had borrowed Mr.. Squills' chaise, an
u driven over to our market town, for the e1
: press purpose of greeting the Captains eye
/ with the face Of his old chief
=" My uncle changed color, rose, lifted m
- mothers hand to his lips, and safe hlmse
~ down in silence.
Curious CALCULATION.-ln his cloquer