New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1850-11-22
NEW PUBLICATIONS.


rrcttily bound with plentiful sprinkling OF gold
leaf forms an appropriate accompaniment to the
animal Thank sgiving feast 1t abounds with seri-
Gus and edifying moral reflections, patiently en-
broidered into the texture of rather heavy mar
rative, and does credit the good intentions of
the anonymous author The pictures Of rural life
have generally a faded look, appearing more like
sketches from hearsay than copies of actual expe-
renee There are occasional refreshing touches
of nature in the story and the style is often chaste
and beautiful We copy average specimen
of the work description Of
THE THANKSGIVING DINNER.
AS the Peabodys approached the homestead, the
smoke of the kitchen chimney visible clrcling
upward and winding about in the sunshine as
though it had been delicate corkscrew uncork-
ing great bottle or square old flask OF delicious
vintage. The Captain averred quarter OF mile
away, the moment they had come upon the brow
of the HILL that he had distant SAVIOR OF the ira
GRANGE Of the turkey, and that it was quite as re-
treshing as the first odor Of the land breeze com
ing in from sea- and he snuHed it up with zeal
and relish which gave the gag an eager appetite
for dinner The Captains conjecture was strong
" confirmed in the appearance OF Mopsey, dart
ing with dark face OF dewey radiance at the
wood pile and shutting back with busting speed
to the kitchen with handful OF delicate splln-
tiers. "She giving him the last turn, said the
Captain.
The shadow of the little Westinghouse was still
over the Captain, even so far away, for he con-
Quoted the procession homeward at pace much
less furious than that with which he had advanced
in the morning; and Mrs. Carrick, too, observed
now, with a strange pleasure, what she had. given
no heed to before, when the fine coach was rolling
in triumph along the road-brds twitterimg IN the
sunny air by the wayside and cattle rowing like
figures in beautiful picture the slopes Of the
distant hills. Oliver the politician, more than
once had out the great cotton pocket-handker-
chief, and holding 1t spread before him. contem-
plating the fatherly singers was evidently acquir
ing some new lights on the subject of iEdepen-
dence.
A change, in fine, of some sort or other had
passed over every member Of the Peabody family,
save old Sylvester, returning as gong, calm,
plan.spokcn, straightforward and patriarchal.
When they reached the gate of the homestead,
William Peabody gave his hand to his wife and
helped her, with some show OF attention, to aight;
and then there could be doubt that it was in
very truth Thanks giving Day. for the glory of the
door-yard itself had paed and disappeared in the
gorgeous fcstal light. There was no majestic
| gobbcr i'll the door-yard now, with his great out
| spread tail, which Ill the proud moments of his
life he would have expanded as il to shut the
very light of the sun from all meaner creatures of
| the mansion.
Within doors there was that busting prepare
ton with brief lulls of omnous silence which
precedc and usher great event The widow
Margaret with noiseless step, glided to and fro,
Miriam dainty lowering in the suburbs Of the
sittingroom, which is evidently the grand center
of interest, and Mopsey tolls like sWart goblin in
| her laboratory OF the kitchen in a high glow,
scowling fealtuy if addressed with word which
calls her attention for a moment away from her
critical labors.
AS the family entered the homestead on their
return, the combined forces were just at the point
| OF pitching their tent on the ground OF the forth
| coming engagement in the shape of the ancient
| four-leeged and widc.leaved table, with cover
OF snowy wilderness, ornamented with shields and
weapons of quaint device, in the old plates OF
pewter and the bouhandled knives and forks
Furnished to such polish as to make the little
room fairly glitter Dishes streamed III one
after the other in n long and rapid process
sion, piles of homemade bread, basins of apple
sauce, pickles, potatoes OF vast proportion
aud mealy beauty When the ancient and lordy
pitcher OF blue and white whether lreighted with
new cider or old water need not be told) crowned
the board, the first stage Of the preparation
complete and another portentous pause ensued.
The whole Peabody connection arranged IN state
| " silence in the front parIor, looked on through
the open door in wonder and expectation OF what
was to follow. The children loitcred about the
door-ways with watering eyes and open mouths
like so many innocent little dragons lying in wait
to rush in at an opportune moment and bear oil
| their prey.
And now, all at once there comes deeper
hush--a still more portentous pause-all eyes are
in the direction of the kitchen; the children are
! hanging forward with their bodies and outstretch
ed neCks half way in at the door, Miriam and the
widow stand GREATNESS and statue-like at either
side OF the room when, as II rising out OF some
mysterious cave i'll the very ground. dark figure
is diScerned the distance about the center OF the
Kitchen into which Mopsey has made, to secure
an impressive effect, grand circuit,) head erect,
md hpOrI hptn 1 n Inn mis- q
| eyes tell them, every sense wildly reports what
it is the platter supports she advances with slow
and solemn step; she has crossed the sill she has
entered the sitting room and, with full sense
OF her awful responsibility, Mopsey delivers on
the table, in cleared place left for its careful de-
post, the Thanksgiving turkey.
| There is no need now to sound gong, or to ring
an alarm-bell to make known to that household
that dinner is ready the brown turkey speaks a
summons as with the voice of q thousand living
gobblers, and Sylvester rising, the whole Pea
body family flock in. To every one his place is
considerably assigned, the Captain in the center
| directly opposite the turkey, Mrs Carrack on the
other side, the widow at one end, old Sylvester ct
the head The children,f too, a special exception
being made i'll their favor today are allowed
seats with the grown folks, little Sam disposing
himself in great comfort III his old grand6res
arms.
Another hush--for everything to-day moves on
through these constantly shut and opened gates
OF silence, IN which they all sit tranquil and
speechless when the old patriarch lifts up his
aged hands over the board and repeats his Gus
tomary grace
May we all be Christian people the day we
die-God bless u.s.
The Captain, the great knife and fork in hand,
was ready to advance.
Stops moment, Charley old Sylvester spoke
up, give us moment to contemplate the turkey
Il wish there were just such DISH grand.
father" the Captain rejoined on every table in
the land this day, and If had my way there
would be-
a. No no, Charley" the grandfather answered,
If there should be, there would be. There is
One who is wiser than you or |"
:" 1t would make the who would do it,
Oliver suggested, immensely popular he
might get to be elected President of the United
States
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