Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1854-03-09
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Meanwhile the schools must be supported
yes, schools are ancient institutions, and he
patronizes schools. The academy must be
built-and there are century old precedents
for academies-so he approves of them. All
the boys are exhOrted to go to school. and all
the maidens are there to keep them out of
mischief. Now il will never do 10 educate
Yankee lads and lasseA, if it is a sin to think,
and if thinking errs when it leads to action
Accordingly, so many girls, are growing up
who, finding themselves able to govern their
parents, aspire to be teachers of schools and
SO many inventive, thanking boys are brewing
schemes and Improvements, that, in half
score of years, our kind old conservative finds
much mysterious mischief abroad Where it
should have come from he cannot imagine
There are new fashions and new architect
ure, new halls and new churches, new minis
ters and new LAWYERS Meanwhile the neigh
boring valley child of amountan gorge a little,
back, and borrowing its brook, has shown
signs of evil. A day has raised the brook to
an ominous pond, which trout scorn and frogs
love- Gaunt mills 60 up, shanties abound,
Irish fairies are digging under ground and
over ground, in the water and out of the water,
powder entering rocks and splitting them open
with surprise. Alas there is no more quiet
for our kind old heart his walks are circum-
scribed, his influence wanes, his predjudices
grow his quails and his patridges, his spring
blackbirds, his bluebirds and robins, are driv-
en- into close quarters or utterly dispersed.
Ten thousand daily feelings vex his soul.
The factory village eats up his quiet. Its
roughness, its various impertnences, its night
and day clatter, all offend him. He retreats
more desperately to his paper, and holds back
with all his might But time has tempta-
tion for him that he did not estimate. His
own grounds are wanted. Through that ex-
quisite dell which skirts along the northern
sides of his estates, where he has wandered,
book in hand, a thousand times. monarch OF
squirrels, blue-jays, and katy-dids, his only
companions and subjects-are seen peering
spying those execrable men that turn the world
upside down, civil engineers and most uncivil
spectators. Alas, the plague has broken
out His ground is wanted-is taken-is de-
fled-is daily smoked by the passage of that
thunder-dragon, dragging its trail Of cars. A
jury of his own tOwnsmen, after gravely esti-
mating the case and considering his demand
for ten thousand dollars damages, frankly ad-
nit the claim, but offset it with Judgment
that his property is increased in value at least
twenty thousand. But that will never pay for
his robins, his quails, his autumnal quiet, his
evening strolls and his trout brook They
have spoiled one of Gods grandest pictures
by slashng it with railroad, but declare that
the frame has been enough improved to make
up for the picture.
Who that has spark of nature or the love
Of nature in him, would not be conservative I
After this we quite enjoy to hear him drub
the world in general and all modern improve
ments in particular. Nevertheless his sturdy
son, stealing upon paternal pride, and very
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has persuaded the sale Of few lots You
know the rest. A man may, peradventure,
Withstand an Eve in Paradise and Abdiel
may be found but man proof against specu-
latons in town lots, which to-day are worth a
hundred dollars and tomorrow thousand,
you may search the world through and you
shall not find
And so this place is gone. The old man
sion driven up more sharply every year, has
lost its orchard, has lost its meadows, has lost
that long slope, has rail fence crooked like
serpent through the middle of the gardens,
with hundred Irish imps whoopng in and
out Of shanties the other side, where the old
mulberry tree stood, and the best currant
bushes grew, that ever hung with fruit like
drops of blood that were always falling and
never fell. At last the poor stately old house,
standing askew by reason of the streets that
have cut on every side, goes like its master to
ruins - -.
For such conservatives we have genuine
sympathy. There is something very natural
in the whole process and the appeal is rath-
er to our pity than our censure.-Independent: