The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1855-05-09

Sarah and me. When We built our her.
mitogc by the brook in Crowood park
and Clotilde's bower ut the foot of the
garden: when | used to steal green
cages for the girls from Reciory orchard
and nccturines and peaches.
Every thing here is Just as it was then.
1t all seemed very familiar to me, and
yet strange that it should be SO, There
was old Turk, Newfoundland dog that
knew before left Crowood old Turk
was dozing in his old way on the grass
he looked up at the sound Of my foot
steps. and | half believed he remember
cd me, for he came running towards me-
wagging his tail aud snufiing, as he used
to do
The door-bell is answered by young
mulatrcss in yellow turban and blue
frock She does not know me, but |
ask if Miss ST Landry is i'll as though
it were perfectly natural for Miss St
Landry to bc at ClotiIde's old Rcctory,
at Mr.. Brookwood's old Rectory, at my
Old Rccfory; and yet 1t feels very strange
to me notwithstanding she says Miss
st. Landry Is in, and shows me into the
drawing-roon, and give hcra card just
as though were perfect stranger. and
shc goes away WIN 1t, leaving me alone,
and L SINK down INTO an arm chair, and
think - How can L impale those
mehorypathlc impulses, which VIC call
thoughts, upon paper
L, Jan Jercd-a great, bearded man,
hardened and strengthened Ill the train
ing school of the great world-at the
Kectofy once more, with the light Of
other days brought back, and shining up
on my heart
Here l have come back into my boy
hood. somehow.
1t Is the same furniture the same pic
lures, aud the same piano'-thc same
chlna.monkeys aud mandarns. just
the same old drawlngroom. | half fam
cied that Aidyl must have preserved it
SO, Intentionally.
Here Is my Old friend, stuffed fam
ingo, IN Que niche III another alcovc,
cnrtalned by feathcr'work shawl from
feru' Is a srotesqnc Aztec idol III
thlrd, a Chinese Pagoda; made ct var
'|'D''NN 'S"'"N" W eHo AOa wi - IihoNSi
statue OF Rowcna.
There was subducd, mellow light
the easements were up, and tho jalousies
closed. Those IN the western bay win
dow could not be shut. for the Irish ivy
had pinned them to the walls, and form
ed Jnlousie with its foliage, Instead.
the leaves, and motrlcd mosaic of
sheen and shadow upon tic rich Turkey
CT cts.
There was portfolio Of drawings, of
dark maroon morocco, with the word
"Ci"tlide' printed on 1t in gold lying on
the cehtre'tabIe. knew 1t OF old. In
looking over It's constcnts. | found many
Old familiar drawings of Clotilde's-
chiefly croyon sketches Of landscapes; but
also flowers IN aquarella, and some
heads an1 caricatures. with Jan Dcft"
scnbblcd nthe corner.
There was one sketch which had been
taken out OF the portfolio, and was lying
on book. 1t was a winter sketch of
Crowood, with snow on the ground snow
on the root snow on the old cedars, the
bHgat hoIlies, and the dark pines.
1t was taken from summer house in
'he garden, and represented that side
next the conservatory, where WAS built
my little turret bed-chamber 1t might
have been mere coincidence, but the
hands Of the clock face on the turrct
pointed two. 80.
There were many books scattered
rather negllgently about, and pile of
unbound music on an ottoman, against
which leaned satin wood guitar ; and
large crimson velvet cushion, scanned
with gold lace, and with heavy bullion
tassels at the corners, was cast upon the
floor, as though it had been occuI led as
IA lazy lounge in looking over the music.
A pencil of light from the bay-window
fell on this cushion, and CLEANED OIL the
gold tasscls
took peep at the music 1t con.
sisted Of choice pieces by Schubert. Hun.
ten, Mozart, Schuman, Chopiu-fayor.
ties of Ciotildc.
looked over the books. They were
our olo friendS-the Gamaliels at whose
feet Clotille, and Sally and | had sato-
O>sian, Goethe. ShnkspAre. Shelley
lleine, and few brown.backed numbers
of that genial and glorious old friend
aud literary Mentor, Blackwood's Mag.