Daily national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1854, 1854-04-10

The first stroke of the morning bell ssirreu
| on a hustle Of preparation IN the OLD iarm-
house. The ehaise was to be thoroughly dust
ed. for the reception Of my step grandmother :
broeads the weeks accumulation Of dust was
10 be brushed from my grandfather Sabbath
suit the luncheon to DO put up, and host OF
little chores attended to, suggested by my care
fnl step grandmother. When the master and
mistress Of the mansion had been equipped,
the subordinates were to be put in Sabbath
trim The conscientious painness OF Han
nah'ss toilet consumed but little time; but
alas for the waste Of moments and solecisms
ia taste, due to my less modest adornings! AS
for Jonathan he was ever laggard, always
stepping back q second time to give an extra
brush to his hair, or additional pull TO his long
collar. And why shouldn't rough Jonathan
court the graces once week. Was ne not
always sure TO encounter Molly, the miller's
daughter, at the end Of the green lane who,
by some providence, always emerged from her
hiding place under the hill, just as Jonathan
shambled past the end of the porch Surely
Jonathan must have execrated inwardly the
childish fancy which kept me 30 pertinacionsly
by the side OF tho blushing damsel, while
Hannah was left to trudge alone. Molly was
buxom, rosy, good-natured lass, who showed
her sense in her kindly appreciation OF Jona-
thaa's homely virtues. Here, perhaps was the
sympathy between us understood the pos
ture of affairs, though Jonathan seldom spoke
for the silent language Of love has strayed
from Parnassus.
There was romance in those church-bOund
walks: and the honest, well-tod0 country
farmer, who sided up to the pretty lass, was
sure to meet with blnshing welcome. Aye,
and there was more than romance. The crowd
of neatly dressed me sting goers gave to the
landscape life and pastoral beauty. Every field
was picture. Hitheraway, round the door
Of farm house, stood the "gadewife," with
host of little ones, and "wee-bit" IN her
arms, waiting for the honest farmer to bring
round the numbering market wagon, In which
the younkers were to be geometrically slowed.
When fairly started, the uncouth vehicle,
with it's oyer.charged sent and third. SCORE OF
flaxen heads arrayed behind with twice as
many dangling little feet, looked comical
enough; but the "gudewifao was carrying
her little ones to the house Of God, and rever-
enee suppressed the laugh. Here a starter in
the world, with bis careful helpmate, stepped
from a wayside cottage, with looks brimful of
trust and happiness. The highway was
thronged with earnest pedestrians, all bound
for the little hill; while, through every field,
by short paths, were pressing on eager church
goers-fathers and mothers; lads, cycling as
kance their new home spun suits lasses, fresh
or than their well kept ribbons; and little chill
dren scampering for butterflies. All were full
of buoyant life, and hope and rest-all were
answering to the solemn call, "Let us worship
God.n The crowd reached the sanctuary. The
fathers and sons fingered round the porch, the
former to exchange friendly greetings, the lat
ter forsooth to stare Mt the pretty lasses, who
tripped blushingly in
lRRMAINpER OF CHAT. VIII TO MORROW