The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1855-09-15
For the Minnesotian.
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Kaby gives johnny cakes and religious advice,
slyly. Neigebor Indchtigable, keeps an eye
upon Mrs. Kaby's chickens that she may
wiring all the necks, that stretch through the
hedge to catch the falling alder-berries.
Mrs. K. believes in all the old modes and
customs, nails horsesho on her gate pests,
relates all her dreams and interprets them
will use an old fashioned churn and cult
Yates sun-aowers. But in spite of her care,
the sun-fowers, will degenerate, as well as
everything else. l have frequently amused
myself by taking solitary iamble just be-
fore sunset by her garden, The sunfowers
edge the fence, and through my mind ruins
the exquisite lines of Moore
ssThe SUM- flower turns on her God when he sets
The same face which she turned when he rose!''
But instead of facing their setting God, with
starry eyes following his exit, they resolutely
turn their backs and gazing toward the East,
stand prepared to catch the first glance of
new Phebus. Poor Mrs. X. fidgets, and be-
ing short, reaches with difficulty flower
which she witches smartly to the west, but
it pertinaciously follows its own bent and the
old lady resumes her spcculations and search
for small cucumbers.
Storrsholm being filled with visitors, prop
osition was made and accepted, to ride to
" Gloom House," place legendizcd from re-
alities, and known More particularly by a few
chosen friends of it's Office happy inmate:
The large carriage was filled With old aid
young bright and happy faces, bent on sat
isfying curiosity and having merry ride:--
The road was fine; here and there humble
cottages and full orchards. Now and then
some elegant edifice arose to charm us. One
of 'oui lions" we passed also; an immense
STONE wall, cemented and sanded in course of
erection by "New Yorker" who will en-
close several acres in this expensive manner
and as yet no houses on the premises. The
gateways are arched and massive, la
Angldisc.
Scotch Plains was the first Villages on our
route: A handful of houses, thrown pro-
miscuotisly afouAd, With a church large
enough to hold the town; custom with the
good New Jersey people. Two miles beyond
is Clainfield, beautiful village with aristo-
cratic suburbs-full of life and rife with spec
ulation:
The last house in the village was pointed
out to us as a relict of the past. Here, Gen.
Washington resided three days. Humble,
old and weather-beaten, with ''for sae'' upon
its wiinkfed btow2stood this memorial of
Freedom, honoredfo its connection with the
good and great. A moral lesson to us ALL
The gentlemen rode past with uncovered
heads, and We teminnities silent: Still
farther oil, we saw Mount Washington. A
white rock elgibly situated for scenic views
bears The name of Washington Rock. "Hcre,"
said our friendly guide, "Washingtoti took
his view of The troops at Ainboy." These
must be the Jersey Heights mentioned in
history; for there is 10 higher land in the
State. The Fasteners follow Sur Western
styles, with little variation. They desig-
nate hills as mountains, while we dignity a
creek with the name of river. We promised
ourselves another and nearer view of Mount
Washington and passed on.
The next turning presented us with love
ly view. A natural spring with messy ba-
sin, at the roots of two weeping willows, a
swarm of golden butterflies, miniature cot,
and ticket of crimson blossoms. ooh, what
fairy scene," cried our Beauty; "now for
fairy, and 10! she is here"
We all held our breath, for it really seemed
probable, So lovely was The place, that we
might see one. Near the picket gate, with
two snowy, dimpled, beautifully formed arms
and hands, holding tightly to her breast
little armed chair, stood the Nai1d of the
spring-an Uhdine Of four summers Her
hair was golden-not red, auburn or change
able-but really golden, and hung in half curls
about her lovely face and neck; her eyes were
deep blue, and her oval cheeks bright as the
thickct of flowers. Her little pink feet and
bare legs were small and beautifully sbapen.
All these charms we're seen through veil of
dirt which hung around the little one, while
a thin, pale woman in the background with
a harassed and freckled face and tumbled light
hair, looked suspiciously like its mother.
"Ah," sighed "our Beauty" ''what Il pity
that child could not be adopted by some
wealthy person, and receive a refined and
thorough education. Left as she is row, to
poverty and labor, her hands will be coarse
and brown, her feet large, her beauty vanish;
ten TO one, if we come here in fifteen years
again, she Will be the counterpart of her
"Would it be worth while to adopt her,
only to preserve her loneliness, Beauty?"
questioned thoughtful matron.
ooh no." replied the blushing girl "edu-
cate the heart also"
"Gloom House." CALCULATED our guide and
all were silent with expectation. No, not all.
Some thoughts wandered back to the youth
full days of the solitary resident there. One
marked by fate, for sorrow and
Talented, generous and brave.
he commenced life with rare promises of hap
piness. Much of his poetry found its way
Swith initials onlyJ into some of the promi-