Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1857-12-16
Alr Original Skettb,
WRITTEN For THE ADVERTISER.
AN EVENING AT THE HOMESTEAD

The golden year has waxed and waned, and
again the industrious farmer enjoys his cozy
seat in the great arm chair i'll his favorite corner
The 'gade.wJs in her accustomed seat oppo-
site phys her knitting, in the woof of which is
entangled SO many hopes and fears; so many
Joys aud sorrows-the heritage of Eye's race.
We doubt us sometimes whether DE sssisi3ldss
can define the term sorrow from actual expert
ence.
Two sturdy youths, with hands hardened from
toll, and cheek and brow ruldy and brown from
exposure, with the warm generous blood cour-
sing hcalthiy through the system, invigorated
and stimulated By active industry, appear with
kind respectful greetings to father and mother;
and after q brisk rub Of the hands before the
glowing hearthstone, enter into an animated lie.
tail of the business of the day. Nettie and
Maggie, the hcalthtul goodhumourcd. girls ap.
proximating to womanhood- pride Of the
father and Lrothers-the joy OF the pale quiet
mother and each other, are briskly rc-arranging
the dishes which are being put OIL the supper
table by the servants.
Hurry, Sis. That's it Meg,-we are as hun
CRY as wolves. We've done lots of work to day,
so lets have SUPPER" says the stalwart Harry
pinching Megs check and giving Nettie q kiss
as they place the last dishes in place.
"Oh, but this is gool," as they spy the deli
cate rolls and wanes, the hot com cake and juicy
spare rib, and snuff the spicy aroma of the deli
cous sausagcs "Well, its worth fellows
while toiling himself to death to have such smart
sisters and dear thoughtful mother who gets
up a table dainty enough for q King, aint it
father? Now just look at that yellow butter
and that smoking bread and meat fit for Prince
it is, and a sight healthier than all those GIN
cracks and sweet things that city folks cat
But come, good folks, lets cat for we're going
to have sport to night. Frank Holts coming
over you see, and we're going to have famous
possum hunt"
"You had better stay BROTHER" says Nettic
blushing, oh ! 50 rosily, Here are Peterson, and
Goe7cy, and the Ledger, Harper and the Adrer-
tiser, beside the Governors Message and sundry
pamphlcts-stay and lets have an intellectual
feast instead Of q possum hunt
go, Maggie! Ned says 'Nettic's the possum
Franl, Holt wants to ketch," screams little Nell,
who has Just bounded in from the crisp frosty
ward, with eyes sparkling like diamonds, and
cheeks like June roses.
$50, Sis, that's your incllcctualieastisit," says
Harry. "Wcll done for you, Miss Nettie."
A searching glance from father and mother
calls up deeper flush to the young girls cheek,
which sulIuscs both'brow and neck, as the sub
iect of their conversation entered, quietly follow.
ed by Kctchun,, his possum dog, who walks in
to the room, surveys its occupants and coils him
self on the mothers new rug, as if quite at
home. Mother is for having the dog put out
after the merry greetings ore over, but Nettie
whispers that, "Hes good sort of dog moth
er-Td let. him stay Averifcation, suppose,
of the alage Glove lie, Love my dog"
The youths discuss the expcdiency of going
through Daviss old fields, or the spring field,
in the which persimons are as thick as hops.
Harry and Ned appeal TO MIR. Frank, who bye
the bye, is devising some scheme to whisper a
word to bushing blue.eyed Nettie, when carriage
wheels are heard, and shout comes from the
little negroes who are picking up lightwood as
daddy Ben splits it up, for make torch for light
young Massas possum-hunting.' Yonder come
Mas VIII and Miss Fanny, and little Bessy and
dc baby, all.ly dauldy;" and with rush and q
clad cry of pleasure the family, from the new
grandpa, to little Nell, with Mr.. Frank in the rear
and Aankcd by dozen or two woolly heads, are