The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1858-12-18
THREE SPECIMENS OF COUNTRY GIRLS.

I InREE SPEClMENS VI COl NIR1 GlhLS
William Hewitt, in his ''Year Book of the
Country" gives the following three spcci-
mems Of English Country Girls. As the three
kinds alluded to are not peculiar to England
but are also found in America-we have
thought Mr.. Howitt's description Of them,
might prove interesting to our readers.
COUNTRY GIRL NUMBER ONE.
Those farm houses are dangerous places,
Let no man with a poetica Imagination,
which is but another name for a tindcry
heart, fattcr himself with fances of the
calm delights of the country-with the serene
idea of sitting with the farmer in his old
fashioned chimney corner, and hearing him
talk of corn and mutton-of joining him in
the pen>ive pleasures of pipe, and brown
jug of October-of listening to the gossip
/ of the comfortable fnrmer's wife, of the par
son and his family, of his sermons and his
tenth pig, over IA fragrant cup Of young hv-
son, or tapped in the delicious luxurics Of
custards and whpt creams-in walks fairy
vision Of wondrous witchery, and with a
curtesv and smile, of most winning and
mysterious magic, takes her seat just oppo-
site.
1t is the Farmers Daughter! a lively crea-
turc Of eighteen. Fair as the lily-frcsh as
Mnydew-rosv as the rose graceful
as the peacock perched upon the pales there
by the window-swcct as a posy of violcts and
Glove -gillivers-modcst rs early morning,
and amable as YOUR own idea of Dcslcmo-
na or Gertrude of Wyoming.
Your are lost! Its all over with you.
would not give an empty flbcrt or a frog
bitten strawberry for your peace of mind if
that glittering creature be not rs pitiful as
she is fair. And that comes of going into
the country, out Of the way of vanity and
temptation, and faucying farm-houses only
nice old fashioned places of old content
ment.
Az, many 4 one has found to his sorrow
what trusting himself among hand -churns
and rows Of bee hives has cost him. Ills
resolutions Of bachelor Independence have
been whirlcd round and round, and resolved
themselves into melting butter he has been
stung by the queen bee in the eye, and has
felt all over pangs and twinges as if the
whole swarm had got into his bosom. Then
has come a desperate liking to that part of
the country and taking that neat cottage
Just out Of the village, With its honey suck1e
porch and willow arbor by the brook the
sauntering down the foot-path that leads
past the farm of summers evening, with
a book of poetry in the hand-the seat on
the style at the bottom of the wood-the
sudden looking up. How sweet that farm
house does look ! What fine old trees those
are abont it And that dear little window
in the old gable, with its open easement and
the diamond panes. And oh surely yes
there is Anne herself, and think she is look
ing this way!
Then follow the sweetest walks down bv
the mill-the sweetest moonlight leaps over
the sunken fence at the bottom Of the garden
the most heavenly wanderings along that
old ounce walk. Such vows such poetry
of passion! such hopes and promies cffelic-
ity and ithcn the old farmer looks over the
hedge, and says, 'Who's there?'
There. This is pretty go! or goes
Anne like the spirit of a young lamp lighter,
up the garden, through the house, up the
stairs at three bounds, and there she is lock-
ed and bolted in that dear little chamber,
with the little diamond window, in the old
gable. She has sunk into a chair-it is very
soft one, cushioned comfortably all round,
seat, back, and elbows-and very wet is that
white cambria handk erchief which she holds
to her ewes.
But where is Captain Jenkinson? OH
He's here! He's too bold and true a lover
to sneak or fly. There they stand, face to
face, in the moonlight-the tall, thin Cap
tain Jcnkinson and the tall stout Farmer
Field, with his huge striped waistcoat ready
to burst with fury and Indignation, and his
great stick in hand.
'What! Is that you, Captain? Ny eye!
What ! was that you talking to our Anne?'
'Yes, friend Field it is lit is the Captain
that was talking to your adorable Anne; and
here am ready to marry her with your con-
sent, for never shall woman be my wife but
your charming Anne!'
>, How great that elephant of a farmer stands
lifting up his face, and laughing in the moon
light I! How those Herculean limbs do shake
Wit. laughter! But now as the tears stream
down il.s face, he sIueezes the youths
hand. and says-'Who would have thought it,
Captain, ch? na: ha! Well, we're all young
and foolish once in our lives but come ! no
more omit won't do? Captain it won's
do
:Won't do! won't do, Why shouldn't it
do, Farmer; why shouldn't it do?'
'Why, becos it won't, and that's why.-
A captain and old Farmer FIELDS lass All!
ah! What will Lady Jenkinson say, eh p
The Honorable Captain Jenkinson and the
daughter of old Farmer Field What'll they
say, eh? Say, Pm cunning old codger;
say Eve trapped you, belize. No, no-they
shan't so, not man jack of 'em; not one