Daily national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1854, 1854-03-30

helow showed rich, variegated foresttop,
which seemed in the distance, winding about,
"a fence in. like thick hedges, the little farms
scattered here and there From this wooded
valley a belt Of green fields rose, and Tell again
30 make a bed for the mill stream, down to
whose nearest side stretched my grandfather .
broad acres The mill and the fat miller's
house were out Of sight under the hill +"
| but the chatter of the wheelsIand the babbling
Of the waters came pleasantly on the breeze,
while round the corner could just catch 2
glimpse of the brook, as it burst from the con-
fines of the mill pond; aye and just around
the corner was that mysterious little heid
And by this same door stood the rude bench,
on which Benny placed the BASIN OF water ior
me- on my first hay morning
10 here used to sit and half dream away
the day; now listening to the low mnrmur Of
the stream, or following the picturesque move-
ments Of Molly, the millers daughter, who
bleached her linen and Drowned her arms at
the spring-now watching the gradual sui :
siding Of my hcapcd up bubbles, with their
wealth Of mirrored forms and colors, or listen
ing to the harmless gossip of the two washers,
whom seem to rec standing there now, IN
their quaint garb, enliycning their monoton0us
labor by harmless, tcll-tale bits OF village do
ings wondering what could send Jonathan
from the corn-feld 80 often, to look after Mol
Tvs bleaching--what the fat miller would DO
when Molly was gone, and tho like Some
times grew tired the 90 dear Snz OF my
grandmother ceased to arouse me the little
brook left off babblpg the speck OF hamlet
in the distance with it's wreathed fanclee,
would also fade away, and wond dream Of
little Benny.
But washing day and bubbles would come
to an end, only however to make way for an
other davis homely duties Thrice q week
were the contents Of the dairy brought forth,
and the arts Of butter and cheese making dis
played to my wondering eyes; homely employ
ments these, to be sure, but requiring no mean
amount Of patience and skill The gathering
and chopping of the curd the churning and
stamping OF the butter, and the achievement
at length of the full grown cheese were full OF
interest to me, novice. Then there was an
earnest of thrift and ncatness about the long
array Of shining pans at the back door, ielt
by me, a child. Never, now a-days DO be-
hold similar array without having mirrored
back to me those simple rustic tolls. More
over, there was quietness about every domes-
tic implement that fed my juvenile curiosity.
The polished wooden bowls showed such q
wealth Of interviewer fibres-the hollow smooth
ing irons, with their tiny door and heating
stone, were 80 curious The cheese press was
model Of rustic invention and the big churn
was revered with legendary faith. In the bot
tom of this might still be seen the print Of a
witch proof of my grandfather, who had ex-
orcised the spirit by throwing red hot-horse-
shoe into his refractory cream! Those were
the days Of harmless superstitions and nncon-
scious practical philosophy Twas left for at.
ter wears to Danish, through the lispings Of
pinaiorcd school girls, these waits of our innate
credulity
[REMAINDER OF CHAR. VII roMoRRow