Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1858-07-15

him so many golden prizes in the future, and
his life was attuned to the harmony of the
beautiful world around him The world has
full enough of sorrows, keen and piercing, that
come unbidden, without our forever calling up
those that are past. =
The beautiful Imogene was not forgotten !;
only the.affections, that had been so plentifully
bestowed upon her, were in due time transferred
to another Older hearts than that of our
Scribe have done the like therefore, let us
.ftsasHhat charity will throw her beautiful man
tie oNsr his sin, if sin itbc, ana conceal it for,
ever ITSm the eyes of the censorious j
1t happened on this wise: The Scribe g63
terribly fogged by the Dominic, for impudcnce
and misconduct in general; on which account
\ he petitioned the governor (and was success
full in the petition) to allow him to seek more
congenial quarters. This, to be sure, did not
increase his educational advantages, but it in-
troduced him to another sweetheart, O lovely,
gentle little creature, like the lost Imogene.
Now, it must be told, that to the charming
Jennie he soon attached himself, with an ardor
that threatened to eclipse his passion for the
lost Imogene
But alas the Scribe was q coward the
most he cssaJed in the premises was to make
love with his eyes, and build baby-houses for
his fair one.
Tho little school-house stood at the head of a
pretty ravine, embowcred beneath the wide
spreading branches of a cluster of beautiful
oaks. From the base of one of these gushed
fountain as clear as crystal, known for twenty
miles around as the school house spring. ;
Many jaded traveller has turned aside to as
suage his thirst, and rest the jaded limbs of his
faithful beast at this famous spring. How that
old spot, sanctified bya thousand pleasant mem
ories, rises now before my imagination, with all
its tender and thrilling "reminiscences am
not surprised that that man of felicitous
thoughts, Thomas de Quincy. should have COM
pared the memory to palimpsest! Ever and
anon, as life sweeps on to eternity, age unrolls
this great palimpsest, does it reveal the hidden
secrets of the past, and bring us face to face
with the days of our boyhood And how we
loye to cherish and linger over its revelations !
Blessed gift of memory! Who would forget
the heyday of his youth, when his heart, free
from selfshness, went out, as it were, in the
pursuit of the pure, the true, the good, and the
b,autiful, or twined its affections about loving
ol@nanions and genial spirits, giving and re-
cdving Lova, and thus Mating Che order and
harmony of that heavenly world, where Love
forever holds its court, and thrills all hearts
with its own happiness!
All we all remember the sunny days of
youth, it may be with saddened heart The
old school-house, the gushing fountain, the
clustering oaks, all at this hour are sanctifed
in our mind's-eye; and the happy, laughing
voices are ringing in our ears as of old But
alas how many of them come from the 'shad-
owy land, soft gentle tender and winning as in
the days that are past, certifying us that here
we have no stay; that in a few more years,
the winding-shcet and the grave shall claim us,
and the funeral-crape proclaim that we too are
gone
But about the Scribe?
Beneath those beautiful oaks we youngsters
gathered especially at play-time during the
summer, and spent each day an hour or two
for our Dominic gave immense recesses, especial
ly when he took doze-in building, repairing
and re-modelling baby-houses for the dolls of
our swect-hearts. Bless those institutions, we
say-baby-houses and dolls! They are great
privilege {; land if we were a poet, we would
certainly mmortalize them But let that pass
now. They brought the Scribe many hap
py hours, for the space of three long years,
therefore he owes them much.
But it is q long lane that has no turn, and
clouds often succeed the sunshine. Toward the
end of these three happy years, when Jennie
was woman grown, and the Scribe nearly
another, on day long to be remembered, u
sad event occurred. The governor, wear
ing an uncommonly serious and serene coun-
tcnance, took the Scribe aside and whisper
ed the fact into his ear, that he had spent
large amount of money in educating him, that
he might be fitted to fill dignifed station
among his fellow-men, in proof of which, he
drew from his pocket-book ae many as Il sozen
wall-worn receipts, whose sum total, when
carefully added, amounted to exactly eleoen
ollars toelue-and-a-haF cents, which he had
cheerfully spent for the aforesaid laudible
purpose in consequence of all of which, it
was decreed that, like Jacob of old, he must
bid farewell to the scenes of his childhood. and
90 forth into the wide world, seeker of his
own fortune
This was not an over-agreeablc message to
the sentimental young gentleman. But what
can't be cured must be eudured.' This maxim
the Scribe had long since learned by heart ;;
so he submitted with good grace And with.
in two weeks from that memorable day, he was
scratching his head over rusty tones in the
law-offce of fourth-rate country lawyer in
middleton. And now the fair reader wishes tc
know how he managed about Jennie? w
shall answer
Muddctown was only about fifteen mile
from his paternu home what then did hinde
an occasional sly visit to his friends Ant
is it to be wondered at, that on these oc
> easons, whenever he could get to ; the wind
ward of his old folks at home for he wa
: very shy of their knowing anything about it
9 he should have contrved to spend portion 0
1 his time with the charming Jennie Lyndon
All these periods were god-sends, and as the,
= generally occurred in summer, when Camp
: meetings were all the rage, they were gener