The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1851-01-01
A Country Girl.

Hc ldIIn-HuusVS alt dangerous placpS.
Let no man with poctcal imagination,
which is but another name for very lin-
dcry her, latier himself with fancics Of the
calm delights Of the country with the Sc
rene idea Of sitting with the iarmet in his
old.ia,hioned chimney corner, and ECaring
him talk of corn and mutton-of joining him
in tie pensyc pleasures Of a pipe and brown
jug of OctoJer--of listening 10 the gossip Of
the comfortable farmers wife, of the parson
and bis family, over his sermons and and h 5
tenth pig, over II fragrant cup Of Young hy
son, or Tapped in the delicious luxuries of
cu,tards and whipped creams-;n walks
fairy vision of wondrous witchery, and with
a courtesy and a smile, of winning and
mysterious magic, takes her seai just oppo-
site.
1t is the Farmers daughter lively crtu-
turc Of eighteen. Fair as the li!y-iresh as
the dew-rosy as the rose itseif-gracelul as
the peacock perched on the palcs that were
by the windows-swcet as the posy Of yio-
lets and Glove slivers-modcst as the early
morning, and amiable as your own idea of
Deslcmona or Gertrude of Wyoming.
You are lost! lis all over with you.
would not give an empty fiber, or frog.
bitten strawberry for your peace of mind, if
that glttering creature lie no! as pil'fnl rs
She is fair. And thai comes Of going into
the country, out Of the way Of vanity and
temp. alton, and iancyns farm,house- only
nice old-lashioncd places Of olI-ia,hicned
contentment.
Many a one has found to his sorrow what
trusting himself among hand>churns and
rows Of bee-hives has cost him. His resolu-
lions Of bachelor independence have been
whirled round aud round, and resolved them
selves into melting but,e:; he has been
stung by the queen-bce in the eye, and has
felt all over pangs and twngcs as il the
whole swarm had got into his bosom. Then
has come desperate liking to hat part OF
the country; and a taking to Hat neat lit.le
cottage just out Of the ,ii.nge, with l. honey
sucKlc porch oihor BY iac biool, the .aun-
ieTing down the looipa,h that leads la,i the
farm OF summer, evening with a book oi
poetry in the hani--thc seat on the sale at
he bottom OF tho wo1d--lhc sudden looking
ur.-l low sweet the farmhouse dosS lcok :
What fine cd trees those are about it
And that dear li,te window in the old "a
bic, with its open easement and diamond
pancs. And Oh surely that is Anne her
self, and think she is looking this way.
Then follow the sweetest walks down 10
the mill-!Le sweetest moonlight leaps over
the sunken fence AT the bottom OF the gar>
der, the most heavenly wanderings along the
old ounce walk Such VOWS such poetry
Of passion such hopes and promises Of fe-
lieity and then the old farmer looks over
the hedge, and says, "wl.o's ihere?'
There That is pretty 60 OF goes
Anne like the spirit Of Young lampligh,er,
up the garden, through the house, up the
stairs at three bounds, and there she is lock-
ed and bolted in that dear little chamber,
with tho little diamond window in the old
gable. She has sunk into char-it is a
very soft one, cushioned comfortably around,
seat, back, and elbows-and very we, is that
white cambric handkerchief which she holds
to her eyes.
But where is Captain Jenkinson p Oh?
he's there He's too bold and too true
lover to sneak or fly. There they stand,
face to face, in the moonlgh tall, thin I
Captain Jenkinson, and tall, stout Farmer
Field, with his huge striped waistcoat ready
TO burst with hurry and indignation, and his
great stick in his hand.
"What is that you, Captain My eyes ! /
What was that you a talking 10 our An
ne 2"
Yes, friend Field, it is |. 1t is the Cap
tain that was talking to your adorable Annei
here am ready to marry her with your con-
sent, for never shull woman be my wife but
your charming Anne p
How that great elephant Of farmer
stands, lifting up his face, and laughing in
the moonlight! How those IIerculeau limbs
10 shake with laughter But now, as the
ears stream down his face, he squeezes the
youths hand, and says" Whc would have
hought it, Captain, eh? Ha ha Well,
we're all young and foolish once in our lives
,ut come, no more omit won't do, Cap
ain it won't do"