Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1853-09-22

! marry a farmer Many a lesson q
she take in baking, picking, and pr
: serving
(, Oneemorning at the breakfast I
4 Die, letter was handed to Mr.. AS
r ley, which he read, then threw it
his daughter, saying
I "WelL Anne, your recreant knigl
is tired Of travelling, and he says |
will be bere\by-the second, SO we ma
r look for him tomorrow, or the d
after at the latesfr
"Well, Anne, I said Florence, +
expect you want TO spend the day i
preparing your affections for th
}, Prince Royal; SO come, Frank, 70
and Ill go down to help Mrs. Wilt
make cheese. Aunt Mary, Lam d
most fit for a farmers wife alreddyl'
And Frank, who was ever read
for scamper with his beautiful. co :
ran for his hat, and off the twowent
over the dewy grass, down the hill, Il
the meadowy hollow, where the farm
er's house stood.
And a jewel of a house it was, too
according to Florence, neither very
large, nor very new, but neat anH
comfortable, and beautifully situa
ted, shaded in front by two large GA (
trees, which waved over alittle gree !
lawn, that swept down to a clear |
stream which wound through the :
meadow beyondi At the ba elk Of the :
house, on one side, was rude trel
lis work, gay now with Ii e scarIe t
bean, and the velvet nowefe d glorieS;
and at the other, the clean, ,@ool, brick
shed, where snowy milk pals, and
and glistening pans stood in a row.4
But the pride ofAAIrs. Willis heart
was her garden and dairy. The lor-
mer was gay in the spring-time, With
Haunting red peonies, and golden :
balleG cocorus, and gaudy tulip cups,
that would sway and bend beneath
the weight Of the robber bee; or bright
with the promises of green curling
salad, and crisp radishes, and red
veined beets, and early peas, whose
blossoms added to the garden 5 beau-
ty. But now it was fairly gorgeous
with holiyhocks, marigolds,and paint
ed peas, lour-oi clocks, and little yell
low coreopses, with their rich brown
centre, and all a country housewife s
favorite flowers; and fragrant with
thyme and lavender, and sage and
chamomile, covered with glistening,
white clam shells, which could not
keep the feathery green Of the plant
entirely down.
AS to the dairy house, it was re
freshing just to look at it. 1t was
built Of stone, over a spring, and
was as white as lin e could make it
Three large droopi Ing willow trees
over shadowed it. OH what delicious
GOODNESS, when the door was opened,
and when you des tended the threF
little steps leading into il. How
softly the spring m hrmured, and how
clear the water wis, and how white
the milk cleaned rom the pans, anl
how temptingly IL e balls Of golden
butter looked in the half darkness.
No wonder Florenc loved to visit
the farmers good wife,
"Mrs. Willis, Mrs. Willits,' said
she, on approaching the house, "do
let me break up thh at curd for yon u tp
day.
"WelI, so you shall, Miss FIorence b;
I have just taken It from the pressI
and turning the cheese from her vht
into her nicely painted tub, the v b
man gave Floren ce a large knife,
then disappeared I'D the cheese room,
to turn her treasures and rub thein
with cayenne pepper.
Florence comm enced cutting the
snowy curd into lar ge slices; and in a
short time she had a large cengregA-
ton of the featherea tribe around hef;
young chickens who took no thought
of their death in the coming winter,
and downy, halfgrown ducks, VIII b
had not arrived at the dignity 4 f
feathers.
And now the Huge pieces verb.
compressed between Florence's whit =
fingers till they Cd me out fine ami
flaky, and the little flock around he r
became clamorous. Good Mrs. Will
Tits would have held up her hands ii
horror, had she beeh present, to hayb ;
seen her cheese diminish 50 rapidly
under her guests generosity, for shF :
held that 'Ingen meal was gooI |
enough at any time for ducks and }