The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1853-12-01
From the Country Gentlemen
Who live in the Country.

ter of country residents. A lady in New
York recently addressed a letter to N, P.
Willis, which appears in the Home Jour
nal, making the following among other
inquiries: care the farmers. mechanics
and laboring men mere Doors? Are there
no men and women with hard hands, but
soft and loving hearts? Are country men
so dull, are their minds so narrow, that
tkey take no interest in the glorious land
scape, the glowing sunset, the bubbling
brook, the roaring cataract, or the singing
of the countless birds? Are there none
of these that dear William and I can take
by the hand, and go out beneath the qui-
ct stars and talk of the beauty of nature,
and the goodness of him who made the
world SO lovely?"
The lady, who signs herself Harriet,
wishes to know the plain truth as to weth-
er noble souls exist apart from the polish
ed circles of the city, and Mr.. Willis fa-
vors her with this reply.
Il am embarrassed with having only
this letter to reply to, dear Mrs Harriet
Without seeing you, and knowing some
thing of your stage of womanhood and
your experience of life, can scarcely
choose with safety between describing our
society as profoundly stupid. or most
varied and agreeable. There are those
to whom it might be either. l, myself,
find it the latter--but then I have got
through with my crust-experience of life,
and like people neither more nor less for
the house they live in or the clothes they
wear. Charming women are everywhere
some smothered under their husbands
good dinners or shelved away in bank
stock and splendid carriages, some un-
thought-of in dairies or forgotten behind
wash-tubs and single blessedness. Ma
turc's nobblemen are every wherein
town and out-of-town, gloyed and rough
handed, rich and poor. Prejudice against
a lord because he is lord, is losing the
chance of finding good fellow, as much
as drejudice against a ploughman because
he is ploughman. Are you ready, dear
Mrs. Harriet, to take a second look, af-
ter reading the outside label upon man
or a woman, and to confirm it, or not &C.
cording to Gods mark, which will show
itself somewhere? Ifso the society of High
land Terrace will be delightful to you
Butletme illustrate itby something found
to eat, yesterday, in one Of my rides.
Wiled along by the wilderness of un-
bentrainbows and the swoon of passionate
stiffness in the Autumn noon, I had got
farther from home than my breakfast had
provided for seven Or eight miles of love-
ly road, but my dinner at the other end of
it. The trot of my housekeeping mare
reminded me of my aching void---in fact,
l felt like Mrs. Harriet, that there must
be some one with whom | could hold
sweet converse, if they had anything in
the world that could eat. At this crisis
l noticed large barn, with the doors
standingly invitingly open and the floor
covered with apples! Mamma in the will
derness' was my first thought; but, with
the second, remembered stomach rath-
er oyer-delicate with cosseting and nurs-
ing; and then came a third thought, (which
l wish to commend to Mrs 'Hariet's' no
tice, } that possibly this might not be hog
feed altogether; possibly not all cider-ap-
Piles and collie; better have look, at least,
before turning hungry away
l dlsmounted and tied my mare to the
snake fence. The barn was Just over
the bars. l introduced myself to the
promiscuous society of the apples. But,
thank God, what a mistake I had escaped
making! Here was every kind of apple
that grows; the multitude of most varied
orchard melloWlng unsolicited in the SUM-
There was Pearmain and Pippin, Green
ing and Lady Apple, oblong spitzenburg
and rosy Maidensblush; there was golden
Russet and juicy Seek further, sturdy
Baldwin and handsome Tewksbury.--
Tumbled together on the rough floor they
certainly were; but with close look and
press of the thumb, you might find, in
every dozen, one at least, we'll worthy of
slicing with silver knife The countrv's
best stock and quality were there; only
they were not barreled. Why, the pip
pin ate, juicy satisfer picked from
clump of cider-apples and tardy russets;
might have been the tempter on fruit
erer's show basket. Now, Mrs. Harriet,
would you have been capable of satisfying
your hunger on this barn floor; or must
you have waited till the apple were sorted
barrelled and offered at a city price? Be-
cause apples and society were very much
alike
HEAVY ROBBERY OF GOLD DUsT,-
Thirty boxes, represented to contain gold
H. II