The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1855-11-10
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Village Sketches.

scs and fancies, beel reached and sounded
] Tic Cupola house is opposite Us, and th,
cupo!a family iane:ed the rural charms 0
Storrshelm and made descent upon ii ont
, line autImnal afternoon With Us it was
: training day. grale vines torn frem Tic
trelliccs, and the trainers i'll quantities., sun
bonnets and dust. But in the country fash
ion. is entirely subject to your own taste,
and etiquette is hospitality. z'-
Soon, We all wandered through the or
! chard, benehth banners Of crimson and gold,
| flung to the winds by the branching trees;
gathered holly berries by the pond, under
natural s.',ois of the purple frost grapes
Sunny brooks ripple'l through the stubblcd
rye. Merry men were in the fields huEking
singing in chorus wild songs. The tinted
leaves were woven into garlands for many a
fair lead. A soft, deep strawberry was in
the air and fell into each heart ''couletir de
rose" a little wilful spritc dragged us into
the pasture amid the frost-1owers and sassa.
fras bushes, till
''By iic long; low-rea. hing lines
O: dew-sc,ry AMI passi, vines,
-s Our f, ct were stayed"
Some days after this the Golden Gate,
opened, and to our rustic vision We were in
a fairy land of exotics, evcrgreens, and little
bJours of hooks and hiding places. a long
circuitous walk of green elm and hickory,
bore the name Of "Flirtation Avenre.''
a little srotto Of common colored pebbles
and naosses, called Cndine's Grotto, Ecld
statue of that Incompatible ideal 1t was
snail artistic conception, with the arms out
stretched, ir1mortalizing the last few words
in the book-where Undine, the spring, en-
circled IIildeband's grave, as though still to
embrace her beloved, even in death. have
never read the English translation anu give it
in my own less poetical transpositon.
Within doors was the same exquisite taste
in pictures and books. will not give an
inventory Of furniture, of etegeres and Or
moulie's, but go directly as did to the pic
turc of the ancient Magician---who, unlike
many ideals, turned out to be reality. An
Indian Rajah, paternal, many centuries
back, of this Brown Holland" famly-bor-
rowing one of Mrs. IndeEatigables titulary
tributes to their dark complexions.
How all NY highly built castles Of legend
airy lore, of magic ana wizards, fell before the
deep, piercing black eyes and majestic fore
hcad---into the scarcely less fanci!ul and ro-
mantle lives Of Give and Warren Hastings
There. was diguity and nobility il this rol
trait not wholly Indian. With the "dolche
far mintc" of the South was mingled the in
fexibility of the Enelish,na,i his clear north-
ern intellect flashed in his eye and hauteur
trembled upon his lips. 1t was only in TIE
dusky complexion, rich color and hair, the
Madras blood was visible. In his gracefully
folded shawl turban of crimson and gold,
his loose flowing blue silk robe over a vest Of
white, with buttons of gold, sat this Rajah
of India, among his American descendants.
Why they should be proud OF this Surajaf
Dowlah ancestry, l cannot imagine! -...
Market few days since, who said he was
Dutch. "Ah, German said my friend po-
litely. "No low Dutch; 1 pride myself Oh
being low Dutch, from Holland Main" 1t
was an humble pride and made him happy;
but it was the first time I ever heard man
proud Of being loso. ...:.
Mrs. 1ndelatisable and Mrs. Kaby are still
at war. Mrs. l. priding herself upon husls-
ing more bushels Of corn per day than any
man, is continually in the field and uses her
tongue continually to harass her neighbors
over the ditch. In leaf searching, we often
come within her beat, and she always chal-
lenges us, gitinc us history Of Mrs. Kaby;
"Hcr son Zera is going out West to look
about; it is astonishing that with all his look
ing, he always comes home minus his watch
and trunk. It's as hard to settle him, Uncle
Pine says, as il is to settle the Spanish diff
culties; and although our august Consul is
fully inclined to render unto Caesar tie
things which are Casar's,' he does not see
that it will better matters much"
Mrs. l. is a cute woman; she hints that
gloves are useless, and should only be worn
at meeting, that long dresses may be very
good in the city, but in the country they are
only fit to gather Spanish needles with.
Si,c'rests her extreme contempt for Mrs.
kaby, upon one simple act in her newly mar
ried days, of allowing a butcher to owe. her
thirty cents. "Yes;'' says Mrs. l., pausing
for note Of astonishment. eyes; flowed
herself to be cheated, and sat up every day.
expecting that man to come back and paw
her. He never did. | respect him for it. 1
have high opinion Of his principles, not to
countenance such foolish simplicity"
This woman is study. She stakes in
tailoring" cuts and fits dresses, works on
the farm; is dairy maid, works poor Jenny
to death, or into fits, for she has had two or
three lately, and is what would be called a
stirring woman" rf.es
I feel inclined to follow sof-hearted Mrs
Kaby's example, and give the poor girl, (not
cakes and religious advice) but something
more substantial -s5a 9t.I
The late gossip here is of two village bellies
who went to New York, (not to see Rachel)
b,,+ RI match hraids for their rinoIofs Ono