The weekly Minnesotian. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1852-1858, 1855-05-12
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The white houses in the village thine in the
April sunshine like child's morning face.
Birds are whistling. singing and Laughing in
the bare branches and we are given to under
stand that Spring is here. But they are prom
Uses, "made to the ear and broken to the hope"
IF nature said it should be here, it would be
une autre afaire. SCI.
The old homogenerian is determined to live
in hope, and with chilled fingers drops few
peas and lettuce seed into the frosty earth. who
receives them with a cold welcome into her
bosom.
Little Joe, in coat. cap. comfort and mittens,
announces it to be "warmerer aud warmerer"
| each moment. We now stand as the Deserted
New York to bring up spring fashions and see a
little of high life.
Last week the same number of charming girls
and the same charmed number of gentlemen
! that visited the Wooden Mills. journeyed to
South Lee, on voyage of discovery to the Pa
per Mills. A mile and half by the road. which
being very muddy, we accomplished by going
over the fence, on the fence, and around
the fence. in our own defence.
The process Of making the papcr--from the
picking to the packing-is very interesting
Nothing is done by hand but the asserting, fold
ing and gliding. Each woman changes every
hour her employment, some being more labo
rious than others. There was not one there
but wore her hands bound up. having caught
them in the macbiucry--as the ironing machine
requires skill to prevent digital contact.
returned by the railroad {two miles far
round nearest way home" But VIC found il
very wet and each lady left the impression o.
her feet at every step in the moist sand. We
had all souls above that and the measures were
not made to last
The village girls have been reading with
avidity and discussing with feminine alacrity
the pros and cons of the dress question:" sc
spiritedly discussed in the Home journal.
To one whose only excuse for casting aside
an questionable garment, is the yearly collec
ton of bundles for the Five Points Mission, the
thousand dollar" dressing was appalling.
One of our villagers lately returned from Pa
ris after sojourn of several years in the "eite
de tous les NODES" and in discussion of last
eve, declared that the American ladies were
more extravagant. thought more of the duties
of the toilette than those of any other nation,
and still were never we'll dressed. Can you i'm
agine the rejoindcrs he received?
Had he been in the West, where there are
five gentleman to one lady, he would have been
we'll sustained. but in New England village
man has no ground to stand upon.
See the travelled gentleman escorting home
from party, two of the prettest and most
mischievoas girls, and bcvy none the less
mrthful in the rear. One jumps over mud.
dy crossing and calls to him to hasten forward.
The other pretends timidty, and begs him to
return and assist her. One likes to walk fast,
the other slow; and he, like vanc when the
wind is veering. wanders between the two. OF
to use less elegant smile. like a tabled ami
NAL between two bundles of sweet clover.
Or imagine him some night darker than
Egyptians knew" being rushed out" with the
same dozen and finding himself left alone, with
a pa:tering of feet and merry laughter in the
distance in all directions while he executes a
running solo-out Of breath, out Of time aud
out of tune.
''The melancholy days have come,
The sad,iest Of the year;''
Bryant described the Fall. But every one have
their own season Of the year for meditation on
the past Some claim the spring time,
"when 1t climbs to a soul
Through grass and dowGrs.''
Others the Summer, shedding its crimson
bloom Very many the Autumn with its gold
en- applied ripeness. Others the threshold of
Spring before the door is closed upon Winter,
is saddest when the leaden dullness of its sky
is shed upon inner as we'll as outer things. Then
the dried and withered leaves Of memory lie
scattered, many blown away by the winds Of
oblivion. and on these sad anniversaries, we
gather them up leaf by leaf, tracing each fibre
and filling the interstices with ideal creations
Chcrshing the have beens' and mourning
over the might have bcens."
''Ah, we'll for Us all some sweet hope lies
Deeply buried from human eyesj
Aud in tho hereafter, angels may
Koll the stone from its grave away
JEANNE DEANS.
Stockbridgc April 10th, 1855.