Muscatine journal. [volume] (Bloomington, Iowa) 1849-185?, 1854-05-06
s. Smile Ike the rose,
But be like the serpent under it,

Who delights in "conques s." and in
having a tcore Of admirers f" in Ter
train. But still worse is she, who
breaks her plighted faith, and sends
across noble and generous spirit, the
dark shadows Of ruin and despair. But
don't gel out Of patience. dear reader,
we are simos, done. We will close
with The wish
"O could we do with this world of ours,
As thou dost with the garden bowers,
Reject the weeds and keep the flowers,
What heaven earth we'd make it!
So bright dwelling should be our own.
So warranted free from sigh or frown,
That angels soon would be coming down
By the week or month TO take it y
Now for our sketch. Perched away
up among the hills Of Essex county,
Vermont. is the picturesque little vii.
lage Of Lunenburg. Il is located in
what Yankees would call slightly I"
posi:i n. Standing on the town hall
steps, you see a, The base Of the sloping
hills on your right. the bro,d meadows
Of Connecticut valley. willie on the left
arise the sp, 70. or preliminary elevations
Of the Green Mountains. Lunenburg
has all the characteristics of a New
England village the tidy, comfortab BILE
appearance Of the houses, the subsian lial
ou,-bnildings. and the general air Of
nestness and good order, show that the
inhabitants arc mostly fore.handed
people. Two pretty churches rear their
tspering spires at either cx.re nifty o the
CONS on, and handsome school-house
sits opposite the town.hall." A few
rods from the Congre eaiional church, we
notice q fDe two story house painted
white, with green blinds and broad
pisrza front. A wide-spreading elm
shades the yard. roses cluster around
the gate. and ho!ly-hocks and bachel Tor
buttons nod gracefully to each other,
across the graveled path. This is Dea-
con Wiiders domiciie. lift was plea
SAINT summers day. We nigh, see the old
gentleman, seated in his arm chair.
watching the boys" ss they toiled
away in the meadow yonder. Ills wife.
the fine old lady who always gets the
premium al The county fair. for "house.
hold manufactures" is knitting busily
by his side. Two years ago. another
person would have been with them; Lu.
cy Wilder. the gay, handsome, coque,-
iish Lucs-sought by all the young men,
end idolized BY her parents-she might
be seen. reading some favorite book. or
training the morning. glorys to run up
the pillars Of the piazza.
But directly across the way, is swee:
little cottage. Only one story. but large
enough. II was evidently new last year;
the paint is fresh and bright. Just be-
hind il stands neat shop. and over The
door Q sign MARX WILLIS. CARPEn-
TER" Yes. this house, lot, shop. gar
den. aud all, belonged to Marh Willie
the handsome young fellow who is
showing the plane at the bench yonder.
He 10 just twenty-four, intelligent and
industrious. and in opinion o. Deacon
Wilder and his wife, the /" smar,est
young man in Laneaburs village. Two
years ago. Lucy thought the same. or
pretended she did, aud Marx was
proud and happy a. man could be. For
three years had he and Lucy been en-
gagged" he faithful and cons,an. as pos
sible. but she always flirting and co.
quoting with some Of The young men Of
her own and nsighboring towns. Lucy
wss . besstiful sisl; sill. there was
about he's that hear tlessaess which al
ways marks the firt her beauty was
like the moonbeams shining on the
snow. bright and dazzling. but yet coll
and soulless. She told Mark she loved
him. and he, blinded by his own strong
ieeliA2s, teliered bet. 0ftra, when hc1