The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1855-10-13
SAINT PAUL MINNESOTA, SATURDAY OCTOBER 1s 1856
For the Minnesotian.
Village Sketches.


Village Sketches.
The harvest is over. 1t came as usual wit,
"hopes and fears and Heavens tears.o The
women have less work to do, and the sbes,
hands" are pretty generally laid up they say
but more appropriately "kept down" by in
termittents.
The horn of plenty has been turned up
side down, and showered upon the land all
that the vegetable kingdom holds rich and
the farmers delight in. Never did a har-
! vest moon-large, round and smiling-rise
upon more fruitful season than did her Maj
esty of last eve. Now is the charming sea-
son in the country. Yellow apples, like stars
are falling, some crimson and veined with
life;" :pumpkins-glo glowing like the sunset,
ripe and golden; grapes-with a violet tinge,
or royal purple, rather seedy grown; peaches
late in coming, shine family as the sun
light through the branches green, The corn
presents shocking" appearance and stands
like STACKED arms'' in pictured biographies,
waving its striped and faded banner in antic-
ipatory farewells, while the fowls, initiating
worthy examples, are caring for their crops.
Now to leave the beautiful for the horrible.
The late tragedy at Burlington has created
some little excitement, but not one-half in
New Jersey that it should. 1t may be that
its hands are too tightly manacled to act, but
it might find courage to speak. read not long
since in the Home Journal a remark, to the
effect that the whole of New Jersey belonged
to the Camden and Amboy Railroad. This
is only too true. A gentleman of veracity
informed me that he with thirty other pas
sengers, men of business, were charged for
their passage from Elizabethtown to Newark
one dollar and twelve cents; on their return
the fare was one dollar eighty-seven cents
They demonstrated of course, but the Jupi-
ters were infexible. A state ruled by rail-
road is in the same predicament as the frogs
when stork was given them for king.
New Jersey is fast filling up with strang
ers-a most excellent thing. Where man
dwells lifetime in one spot, his ideas are
apt to be narrowed down within the limits
of his own boundaries. One family near US,
have owned an old mansion one hundred and
thirty years since their emigration from Scot
land, and it is still occupied by the descend
ants of the Scotchmen. All these oldStates
seem to be peopled by one family. They have
so intermarricd one cannot express an opin-
ion Of one, without bringing down upon their
devoted heads the ire of whole neighbor-
hood 1t reminds me of an old tree, so over
grown with vines, root ande branch, that it.
impossible to divide it from its collaterals.
The weather has been acted upon by the
arrival of Mademoiselle Rachel in New York,
and has given US all the French caprices. Ev-
cry variety of weather have we experienced
this past month. Soft and sunny, cold and
cloudy, windy and hot, and the curtain
dropped one night amid showers of applause.
What will follow these seasonable dramatics,
the oldest inhabitant has not ventured to
predict.
Neighbor Kaby, has had dream: one of
uncommon significance. Whenever she
dreams of seeing the fall of lofty pillar, she
is certain of hearing of the death of some of
her near relatives, (not Mr.. Kaby's) but her
own. And the old lady is actually doing
over her black dress, watching nervously the
papers from the Office, and predetermined
in her own mind that it shall be so.
Mrs. Indefatigable, her antipodes, is so
busy drying corn, stringing apples and put
ting up grapes, that activity of hands has
suspended activity Of tongues and our neigh
borhood is as quiet as a Sabbath day.
The buckwheat fields are no longer waving
in snowy billows-but since their moving,
have acquired SO peculiar and beautiful a
tinge as to resemble the shadows of a GRIM
son sunset.
The trees on the mountain assume to-day,
for the first time Septemberly tinge-very
slight, but alas! perceptible; a sad admoni-
ton, that the sunny hours are over. They
have gone and left us only their sweet mem
ories to preserve.
JEANNE DEANS.
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