Minnesota weekly times. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1854-1859, 1854-07-18
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THOUGHTS FOR THE PEOPLE-No. 3.
LIFE IN THE COUNTRY.

s.Harrv not only marvel how spendest thy time,
But also how thou art accompaned.'-FaStag.
am resident of the country-the wild, un-
broken, quiet, romantic country. | live like a
true and actual settler in all new countries-ln
shanty II by IA in mcasurement-one story
with kitchen, dining room and bed, library and
reading room, pens, ink and papers all in confu-
sion worse confounded. | blush to tell the ladies
| am bachelor--l dread to acknowledge it at my
time of life, but truth is strange, far stranger
than fiction. But let no fair one despair; l am
not vet beyond redemption, nor that respectable
time of life usually called, hen the other requi-
sites accompanying, STAT, t.,F and forty" That
have lived this score and half of years with
out wife, seems even now the height OF folly,
and | can only reconcile it to my conscience, and
myself TO the fair portion OF creation, by resolving
to 20 and sin no more. IN fact when did al
ways yor: that $, should d. = = chelor. G:inot
think should live till was married.' think
shall now live little longer than that time.-
What fair lady will say eyes, and come and be
a dweller in my ''clam house?'' What modern
Ruth is there in St. Paul elswhere in the terri
tory, or elsewhere in the wide, wide world,' that
i'll come with all Ruth's willingness and true de-
votion to one Of the modern beaux who here ex-
tends an invitation. Fair ones, don't, bcseach
you, all speak at once, and when you write,
''please pay the POSTAGE
l have cleared away my breakfast things; my
breakfast consisting of some roast potatoes cook
ed in ashes, little salt, two fresh laid eggs, a
biscuit and a cup of water, fresh from the brook
that comes bubblng down the hill side and flows
before my door. have been reading Shakespeare
where he says 50 good digestion waits on appe-
tite, and health on both'' IT'S with me,
dear reader, and hope tits so with you. Now
have been down to the bank of the brook and have
taken cold refreshing bath, have stood be-
meath the cataract and plunged amidst the laugh
ing waters, while my loud and joyous La ha
has laughed the waters down the rocks, and
re-echoed among the gorge, Of the ravnes, till
Mime ha ha seemed to leap in wilder confusion,
to tumble ami foam and roll of in mist and spray
for the very sport Of ii. Nov have returned,
and seizing pen and papsr trace hastily the RAPID
thoughts that rise too fast for utteraEcc, much
less for my slow, ill-tracel and almost illcSible
penmanship. Now the rises, full, bright, ana
warml mly-his leans penetrate my open door, and
fling themselves through every nook, crack and
Granny: the lttlc squirrels cnte: for their break
flsts-they play bo-peey through The knot holes,
and hide IN corners my table crcaks Cts Il rex
ETY. oh table, and they scmnpcr of in troops
The birds outside are chirrupirg and playing
around my door, and saving as plain birds
sly, ''gooI morning-how are YOU to-day: yoa
have not swept Your !oor yet. Any crumbs to
pie, up? Chirrup, chirrup-to-wcct, to-weet,"
&c. ! shake my table cloth "a copy Of the Dali
ly Timos) and they gather round for hasty
breakfast, and one, more bold than the rest,
hops in and around the ioor Lifting my eyes a
moment from my paper and looking southwark,
what scene Of beauty do behold. Immediate
lv in front and below the eminence my claim
house stands on is grove Of poplars, every tree
and limb thereof full Of my friends the birds:
beyond is a green meadow, carpetcd over with
Wild flowers anl covered with grazing cattle, a
part Of which is my own herd; ''a siler stream
winds gently o'er the lea but does not leave the
.'world to solitude and C." No, not exactly,
for yondcr is the high l,id, and the travelling,
busy public already as,r; columns Of dust
can be seen arising for miles either side, while
from my eastern window can dcscry the smoke
Of the city, can the suns rays glittoring from
the spires and the dome Of the capitol, can al
most hear the hum Of returning life, can hear the
putting of the steamer as she approaches the lower
landing. Yes, there goes her shrll whistle. 'Tis
the Nominee; she brings mail and intelligence
from my old far Off home and friends. | must
put up pen and paper and hasten into town, leav-
Ing this as 60, for the readers Of the Times to-
morrow morning. How 81 spend the balance of
my time and who keep in company" will tell
you, dear reader, tomorrow morning at break
fast. ONE OF THE PEOPLE.
Reserve Claim House, July IL, 1854.