The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-05-13

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ployer, but larger share of which will
be lodged in the till Of that rumseller (;
meanwhile the husband and father
lounges away the long summer days at
this den of destruction. The prime
minister of this soul-destroying grocery
is-nay won't tell what he is, but III
tell you what he is like. Think of the
meanest dealer Of the ardent that skulks
in the outskirts of our village, and you
have the very impersonation of that one
there.
But let us pass on from this to pleas
anter scenes. We will follow the road
round the hill, and through a verdant
valley till we come to the dwelling of
farmer Maydon. Hark do you hear that
rich clear voice singing simple melody :
Its Violct's voice; yes, and there is her
own pretty self at the window, half en-
veloped in the clustering roses. Is she
not fair as the fairest of them, Have
you ever seen ballroom belle, decked
in the richest habiliments of fashion that
looked onc-half as lovely as does this
happy unsophisticated child of nature,
clad in robe of simple white-the en-
blem of her own innocence, and carolling
forth her joyous song in unison with the
joyous birds that fit about upon the
rose-tree near her. But we must not
linger here. We will snatch one glance
at the pretty flowers planted and train
ed by her hand ; listen for an instant to
the gentle whispering of the playful
zephyrs amid the waving branches of the
willow, catch faint echo of the buzzing
If the Industrious bees and the murmur-
ing of the bubbling brook, and then re-
sumo our ramble. We will go on over
the hill and follow the bend of the road
and now We have come to the school
house. See, it stands just in the edge
of the green woods, and the children are
out at recess. Dear little sportcrs
they are enjoying their happiest days
on earth, and know nothing of the
blighting sorrows and benuming infu-
ences of the world that will one day
cloud their bright horizon and darken
their sunny brows.
Leaving the school-house, our path
leads US through the woods, and delight
full it is to ramble here with the inter-
lacing boughs above us, casting fantastic
shadows on the path below, as the gay
sunbeams vainly strive to force their
way through them. Here by the way
side are flowers fragrant with perfume,
and the green herbage, but We will has
ten on, for the old church is beyond us,
and the sun is fast declining. Here the
path suddenly grows brighter-thc over
arcbing boughs no longer meet above us
and intercept the suns rays. Huge,
grey masses of granite are piled up in
strange confusion on our left, rising ap-
ruptlv from the roadside and in some
places jutting over it as if threatening to
overwhelm the traveller beneath, in GER
tain destruction. Green shrubs and
bushes, and trees even, find some means
of subsistence on this ragged ledge, for
see /! it is crowned to its very top with
verdant herbage, and here, just over our
heads, are extended the giant branches
of sturdy chestnut whose trunk shoots
out almost perpendicularly from the
assures of the jagged rock. On our
right are rocks too, yawning over the
spreading river that seems to flow deep
er and blacker here beneath the frown-
ing barrier of rocks that hem it in and
here we find a profusion of verdure, for
the wild cherry, the willow, birch, oak,
and chcstnuts minglc their umbl ageous
boughs, and are thickly interlaced with
the cling.ng tendrils of the grapevine,
while the fragrant wild rose and eglan-
tine peep out here and there, or remain
hidden from sight, and reveal them
selves only by their perfume. Now the