Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1855-09-19
BY Fl. BUCHER SWOOPE.

Your coachhman will say s:Where to % Re
ply ssBoitsfort,'' which, for safety, pronounce
''Boshfort ''-and lie back and enjoy yourself.
About six miles of deligi lul drive, all thrc'
forest, will bring you to a small village beside
a little lake, surrounded by hills, not noun
tains, but still waving and broken in outline,
and shaded with wood. Tie red-tiled roofs,
the pointed gables, the gresn Ja'ousiee, and
the back ground Of dark foliage, viii all re-
mind you of one Of Bcrghe'H'5 pictures and if
a lazy Fleming or so are seen longing over
the little parupet next the water, he'll not in
jure the effect. Passing over tEc little bridge,
you arrive in front Of d long, low, TWO storied
house, perforated by an arched doorway
leading into the court; over the gat, is an in
scription, which at once denotes the object
of the establishment, and you redd-''BiJu-
siear DnJois fat aoces Ct .fts'ias." Not that
the worthy individual otf,clatcs in any capaci-
ty resembling the famed Vulcan Of the North;
as far be it from him 10 invade the prerogatiYes
of others, as for any to rival him in his own
peculiar walk. No Monsieur D.'s functions
are limited to those delicate devices which
are deemed the suitable diet Of newly married
couples-those PetH qIa.s which are, Ike The
orange flower only to be employed on great
occasions. And, as such, hs is unriyalad
for notwithstanding the simple and unprcten-
ding exterior, this little rural tavern can boast
the most perfect cook, and the best stored Gel
lar; here may be found the earliest turkey Of
the season, with 4 dowry of trufIlcs; here the
first peas Of spring, the newest strawberries.
and the richest cream iced champagne and
grapy hermitage, Steinberger AMI Jollannis-
berc--are all at your orders. You may dine
in the long saioa. ca cabinet, in the garden, or
IN the summer-housc over the lake where The
carp IS tapping his tail in the clear water, the
twin brother Of him you have jasi eaten tbe
garden beneath sends US its delicious odors
from beds of every brilliant hue the sheep
are moving homeward along the distant hills
to the tinllle Of the faint bell the plash Of an
oar disturbs the calm water, as the fisherman
skins along the lake; and the subdued muir
murs Of the little village all come floating in
the air-pleasant sounds and full OF home
thoughts. Wei, we'll; to be sure I am
bachelor, and know nothing Of such matters ;;
but it strikes me should Ike to BE- married
at Boitsfort
And now once more lot me come back to
my narrative; for leaving which l should ask
your pardon, were it not that the depression
is the best part Of the whole, and never
should forgive myself If had not told you.
not to stop at Brussels without dining at Bolts
fort.
When we reached Boitsfort, a waiter con
Quoted us at once to littlc table in the gar
den, where the strawberries and the iced
champagne were in waiting. Herc8nd there,
at some distance, were parties OF the Brussels
bourgeosc enjoying themselves ut their coffee
or with ice while large salon that occupied
one wing of the building, was given to some
English travellers, whose loud speech and
boisterous merriment bespoke them of that
class one is always ashamed to meet with out
of England.
".Your countrymen are very merry yonder,"
said the countess, q more uproarious burst
than ever broke from the party.
yes, said the count, ,perceiying that felt I'M
comfortable at the allusion 'Englishmen al
ways carry London about with them wherever
they 90. Meet them in the Caucasus nd you'll
find that they'll have some imitation Of q
Blackwell dinner, or Greenwich party
Chow comes it, said I, amazed at the
observation. athg You know these places you
mention ~
ooh, my dear sir, have been very much
about the world in my time, and have always
made it my business to see each people ia
their own peculiar haunts. II at Vienna, /
dine not at the aWild Man." bat at the
..Fuchs'' in the Leopaldstadt Iffn DRESDEN