The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1855-02-10
For the Winnesotisu.
village Sketches.
BY JEANNE DEANS,

village Sketches.
BY JEANNE DEANS.
Icame across this - little" piece Of poetry in
work Of fiction, not long since-
g. L,tl-things
On little wings,
Bear little souls to heaven.n
And was so struck with its variety Of mean
,ng. that remembered it-not intending. as
now do. to apply it as quite apropos to our
Village Sketches"
" The little things
On little wings'
Their near it, and thus many flakes form a good
sized SNOWFALL.
When the last minute Of the old year expir-
ed, the moon was shining clearly without
INST as calmly has it shonc upon other death
beds. The pure snow glistened like diamonds
"a winding sheet for the old year, burying his
Jewels with him. For every year that leaves
The earth. star is added in heaven, and this
the crown o! the old year, cleaned forth with
crimson rays. still bearing u faint of earth
Who is there that does not at this hour read the
scroll OF his her life in the past year, ere it is
burned on the funereal pyre. and the ashes
blown into oblivion by the first breath of the
new conner?
There is a charming custom here-a sunrise
meeting OH the New Years morning-where
Did and young greet one another with wishes
md love. The grey-headed patriarchs address
few well chosen words to those present; q
lymn of praise is sung. and they separate.
Several ladies of the village have not been alb
sent from this anniversary meeting but once
in ifty-three years.
This is a season which soetens all hearts.
Nary Lows busy heart and mind and buster
myers. have been devising means to make a
little go as far as possible, and the :" Charities
of the village have appeared in new and COM
portable suits to their own delight and the sur
prise of everybody. Even neighbor Hornet
has-to use her own cXpression-"a streak OF
kindness" and gave two sticks of molasses
candy. and pair of her old shO's to the beg
gar. girl. and allowed the next door neighbor's
servant girl to leave the gate open.
The homogcnar.;n has assumed for the nonce
blue coat, with bright brass buttons, as large
rs hall dollars, and with the suit an air la
honor to the old oak that has Outlived all its
ontemporaries-all honor to the pride it
takes in the few green leaves on its branches.
sole cmblems of its youth. All hail to all harm
less PRIDE it is the foundation of all our hap
pincss.
The golden streams of happiness has run
through The village and little shining particles
adhere to every house. Old and young have
each accepted their grain and hope through The
coming year to add mite to their measure.
There are some few households from whence the
old year has carried with it their treasures to
heaven. Joy is jewel, always set round with
SORROWS.
Little Joe. of summer memory, has arrived
at the dignity OF pantaloondonl, and reminds
one of 'puss in boots"
Joe, how old are you?' said Aunt Eunice,
the other day.
Il am no DID, replied Joe. Il am past FIVE.
and am not six-sO am no old"
"Spcak of Angels. and their wings appear -
Aunt Eanicc is just passing with large bag Of
substantials, which she has picked up some
where. She goes to rich neighbor and says
= Poor Nancy is badly off, and wants couple
of chickens but don't let her know whispered
snch ihng.-our right hand shouldn't know
what oar left hand does"
The chickens are sent. Aunt Eunice says:
Nancy, give ME one of those chickens; ii it
them"
AS she herself says, after having repeated
some audacious piece of scandal" Human ma
ture is too weak to be perfect" t-
Stockbridge Jan. 10, 1855.