Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1854-11-02

laborers best friend, slr,-no insult to the
oxen who also have their value
Arnold looked at the peasant without con-
cealing his contempt.
So, in everything which surrounds you,
you only see what advantage you can derive
from it l'-and then in serious tone, as if
unwilling to believe that he could be so de-
void of all emotion,- the forest, the noun
tains or the clouds speak nothing to your soul I
Have you never stopped in admiration before
the setting sun-or gazed with delight upon
the woods shining in the silvery light of the
stars, as they now dog
'Welll well do you take me for an al
manac maker ?-what could gain from the
starlight or the setting sunl | tell you, my
good fellow, the great thing is to provide the
wherewthal for the three daily meals, and to
keep the stomach warm Will you take a
drink of cherry water! 1t comes from beyond
the Rhine
He held towards him small wicker flask
Arnold disdainfully refused it. The positive
grossness of the peasant had awakened anew
all his regrets and aversion. Were these vul-
gar beings, indeed, men like himl these grow
ellers, so completely occupied with their la
Dor, as to live even in the very bosom of Gre
atoms beauties without ever regarding them
and whose souls were never for one moment
raised above the lowest and most common in
stincts of humanity What, to this miserable
portion of mankind, was the glorious world Of
poetry, to which he owed his sweetest enjoy
ments Led by the halter Of instinct, did they
not seem to be condemned to grovel without
the walls Of that Eden whose gates had been
opened to his more privileged nature! Had
they no thoughts in common Was there not
one point Of resemblance to attest their origi-
nal brotherhoods Every moment increased
Arnold's doubts, and the more he reflected,
the more he was convinced, that the world of
poetry belonged to the upper classes of the
elite, whilst the rest vegetated at random with
In the confines of prosaism. The result of
these thoughts was to communicate to Arm
old's manners careless contempt for his con-
ductor, to whom he ceased to address his CON
versatiOn. Moser testified neither sorrow nor
anger, and began to whistle a common air,
interrupted from time to time by some brief
word of encouragement TO his jaded horses.
In this manner they arrived at the farm house
where the noise of the wheels soon announced
them. A young boy and of middle
age appeared at the door,
Here is father, cried the woman to the
other children in the house, who now ran out
with joyful cries and surrounded the peasant.
Stop moment you little brats, he called
out, in loud voice, and feeling amongst the
hay he drew from it covered basket.
Let Fritz carry it in said he, but the
children continued to beseige him. He stopped
down and kissed them-and suddenly rising,
'Where is John 2 he hastily enquired, in a
tone of anxiety.
Here, father said little, thin, squeaking
voice, from the door Mother does not want
me to go out in the damp
well, stay there said Moser, throwing
the reins upon the backs of his tired horses.
q will come to you, sonny 60 in, all you
others, that he be not tempted to come out
The three children Immediately went to the
door where Johnny stood by his mother He
was a poor little creature, so cruelty deformed,
that at first view neither his age or infrmity
could be told. His whole body was twisted
by disease into a tortuous and misshapen mass
His large head was supported between two
shoulders of unequal height, whilst his bust
was upheld by little crutches which supplied
the place of his withered legs. At his fathers
approach he held out his wasted arms, with
such an expression Of joy and love, as lit up
the furrowed features of Moser with pleasure.
He raised him in his vigorous arms, with an
exclamation of tender affection.
Come, my little toad-embrace father
with both arms-very strong. All, that is
right. How has he been wife, since yester-
dayl' The mother shook her head sorrowful-
ly.
Coughing incessantly,' said she in low
voice.
THAT is nothing, father replied the child,
in the same sharp accents. Lewis had drawn
me too rapidly in my little wheeled chair
but now, | am well-very well 81 feel as
strong as man.
The peasant put him gently upon the floor,
raised the little crutches, which had fallen,
fixed them firmly under his arms, and looked
upon him with an air of satisfaction.
Don't you think he grows, wife 2 said he,
in tone that wished for encouragement
walk a little, John,-walk, my man,-he
does walk quicker and stronger that will
do very well, indeed. Go, wife, we only need
little patience
His wife answered not, but cast such look
of deep sorrow upon her child, that made
Arnold tremble fortunately Moser did not
observe it,
Come, said he, opening the basket he had
drawn from the wagon, fall into ranks and
put out your hands. am going to uncover
He drew forth three small white loaves beau
tifully baked Three cries were heard at
once-and six eager hands thrust out to seize
them, but suddenly they were withdrawn, as
II by command.
! And Johnl cried those childish voices