Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1852-02-12
Waits from the Country.
La1ion's Tea House, Portsmouth, X. /


brought with her from the city was
now blooming with health. She could
gather no berries ty the way-sde as
she used to do, but the duck-puddlc in
the meadow had expanded into a siZa-
bic pe';d and its icy suriacc was as
smooth as glass, 20 we sind and Groicked
for an hour. Our path led by the swamp
where bloomed the sweet scented wild
rose which had Oft tempted her youth
iul fancy, and the impenetrable barrier
Of mud and water, had often prevented
It's qualification No fo"ers bIoomed
now but the ditch was frozen and she
wished to see the bushes, which had
bourn so many and such beautiful roses,
80 we cfmbed the wall and in a minute
were there; as We ncared them the red
pcr;carp still upon the bush carsht her
eye and she wondered its use and pur-
pose. So told her it contained the
seed Of the rose, from which, il planted
by-and-by, in the warm ground. would
spring other busl e. f. ON which would
bloom other roses, and in a handy way
explained 10 her that the rose which
was the only Thing that first attracted
her fancy was tie most unsubstantial
of the whole, - that il bloomed and
shortly withcred while the bush lived
and in another year and for many
years would bear as handsome flowers
rs before that the rose could be made
10 look no prclticr, while the bush could
be cultivated and would bear more
beautiful tlowers,-and could not help
adding, that rs she grew to womanhood
she would often find that, that which
most pleased the fancy was not always
the most desirable.
We may not always expect to find
sermons in ston, s." and know ! shall
be pardoned any apparent ego!sm there
may be in narra,ng the simple moral
drawn from the rose and the rose bush.
IL is Leap Year in the Country, but, |
am told, farmers daughters are 80 read
lily mated they need avail themselves
but little of lis privileges. Yet there
are those who have no, left the Virgin
thorn," and when The sleighng was en-
ticing and the moon brilliant as boy
hood dreams ! received an invitation
from one Of the loveliest of the Island
fair ones for sleigh-ridc and i was
through no Intentional fault Of mine II
the winged hours" did not pass merri-
ly.
! have seen n landscape Of ice,-a
cold ortheas, storm was raging through
the day,-at night The rain and sleet
iroze as il fell and in the morning every
thing was changed as if by magic, and
one might have lancled himself in FAIRY
land If it was not supposed FAIRIES sport
ed in more genial climate. The ice
was crusted everywhere, - on the
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and every branch ofthc tree, and every
twig of the bush, and every spear Of
grass and every shrub, was an icicle.-
And the White-Birch bent TO the ground
with its icy burthen. Nothing but ice.
And when the bright sun sho::e ou, the
scene changed and every iccle was \
prism from which shone all the colors
Of the rainbow. Looking at the field, if
the piercing cold did not make the real
i'y too certain: you might have supposed
il was a field Of flowers, for side by side
ard tipping each icicle was the orange
Of the balsam, the, blue OF the violet and
daisy, the red and yellow OF
the honeysuckle and the golden bu ter
cup, and on every side was twittering
the snow bird and interspcrscd with the
sparkling colors were innumcrable gems
rivaling pure diamonds in briliancy.--
And when the sun went down as if to
rest and the pale full moon began "to
rule the night" then again was the
scene changed and stretching away
were fields Of silver, and silver trees. A
silver landscape.
10 Z TO look upon the landscape.
love to look upon it when spring is
breaking the icy bands of Winter and
the April sun is changing the greyish
fields TO the more cheerful green and
the bud il oreniug to the leaf in the
Summer when the increa e is iipening
Tor the husbandman,-- IN The Autumn
when the earth is loaded with lis gold.
en- harvest and Il forest has put on lis
most gorgeous hues.-but which can
rival the LANDSCAPE Of ice?
One of the amusemcnts-the fashion
able amuscment-ior the long Winter
evenings in the country is the Singing
School. 1t is an innocent amusement,
blended moreover with instruction and
no open TO many objections urged n
ganst others and has precedent IN be-
ing handed down in many generations
ar these are some Of the why's and
es of its popularity. Few of
the farmers or farmers wives ever
danced but all have attended Singing
School. 1t IA also popular with the
young folks, for, once week at least
they are sure 10 meet all their young
from about the Dcighbor-
hood. Once tie Singing Master"
was MS much "A character as was the
Village Pcdagogue,"- both are chang
ed now.
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