The Nevada journal., 1855-05-11

loon; but perhaps | would prefer velvet
ribbon, on account of the founces ?
told her she had better get the velvet rib
bon, and omit the gimp and galloon.-
Mrs. Sparrowgrass said, very well >
and the next day another boy brought
another bundle, and another bill, which
convinced me that extras form an impor-
tant item in rural architecture. Then we
had dress-maker for several days, and
then the stitching went on by sunlight
and by lamp-light, and on the last day
Mrs s. discovered that she had nothing
for her head, and the new bonnet was tax
en- to pieces to get at the feathers for a
coifure. Then when the night fell, there
fell, too, soaking rain i; and | had for
gotten the carriage, so | was obliged to
60 mile in the mud to order one from
the livery stable Then l had to walk
back, as the man said " it was out - but
he promised to send for US right straight
off. Then | had to get dressed over again
Then Mrs. Sparrowgrass could not find her
best handkerchief, and dropped five sper-
maceti blotches on the new six dress look
ing for it. Then she found the handkcr-
chief: Then the new girl said that the
new dog had run off with one Of my boots
Then | had to go out in the mud in my
slippers after the dog. Then | got the
boot and put it on so as to make that sure
Then we waited for the carriage. We
were all dressed and ready, but no car
riagc. We exercised all the patience we
could muster, on account of the carriage,
and listened at the window to see if we
could hear it. Two months have elapsed,
and it hasn't come yet. Next day We
heard that the party had been an elegant
affair, That everybody was there, so
that we concluded the carriage had not
business.
l have bought me another dog l
bought him on account of his fine, long
ears, and beautiful silky tail He is pup,
and much caressed by the young ones
One day he went off to the butchers, and
came back with no more tail than a toad.
The whole bunch of young Sparrowgrasses
began to bawl when he reached the cot
tage, on account of his tail. | did not
know him when | came home, and he
could not recognise me-he lost his organ
Of recognition lie reminded me of dog
| once heard of, that looked as if he had
been where they wanted tail merely,
and had taken his, and thrown the dog
away. Of course | took my stick, and
went to see the butcher. Butcher said
he supposed | was something of dog
fancier, and would like to see my dog
look stylish | said, on the contrary,
that [ had bought him on account of his
handsome silky tail, and that l would give
ten dollars to have it replaced. Then
the idea of having it replaced seemed so
ludicrous that | could not restrain smile,
and then the butcher caught the joke, and
said there was no way to do it except with
fresh putty. | do love a man that can
enjoy a joke, so I took fancy to that
butcher. When [ got home and saw the
dog, l thought less of the butcher, but l
put piece of black courtplaster on the
dog, and it improved his appearance at
once. So | forgave the butcher, and
went to bed at peace with all mankind.
| love to lie a-bed in these autumnal
mornings, and see the early sunlight on
those grim old palisades. A vast stretch
of rock, gaunt and gray, is not a cheer
full view from the south window Shut
your eyes for few minutes, and now look
That faint red cornice, reaching rough
cast along the rugged tops, ten miles or
more, from Closter to Tillietudlem, is not
unpicturesque. And although we have
not the odor of spring lilacs and summer
roses, breathing through the windows, yet
there is something not less delightful to
the sense in this clear frosty atmosphere.
Below, the many y-colored woods that bour.
geon on the sides seem to retain the ver-
dure of early spring in those cool depths
Of shadow. AS the sunlight broadens on
the crags, the illusion disappears, and we
behold once moro the brilliant vagaries of
vegetation, the hectic hints of yesterday.
| wish Kensett could see that pure blue
sky and yonder melancholy sloop on the
river, working her passage down with
bricks from Haverstraw, and a sail like an
expanded rose leaf 1t is a pleasant
thing to watch the river craft in these au-
tumnal mornings. Sometimes we see a
white breasted convoy coming up in the
distance-from shore to shore spread of
dimity. Here and there are troops of
shining ones with warm Illuminated wings,
and others creeping along in shadow with
spectral pinions, like evil spirits. Yon-
der schooner is not an unfair image of
humanity; beating up against adverse
winds with one black and one white sail.
That dogged old craft, just emerging from
obscurity into sunlight, is but a type of
some curmudgeon passing from poverty
to affluence, and there is another, evident
ly on the wrong track, stretching away
from the light of prosperity into the
gloom of misfortune l do not love the
country less because of her teachings. by
these symbols There are many things
to be learned from watching the old wood
sloops on the river.
Our neighbor has been making an i'm
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