Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1858-11-12
LYDIA LlNkFORT'S WEDDING.

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loft, in which were stored the results of
three seasons shearing = the yellow
white blocks of feeces packed away, in
regular rows, to the ceiling, with little
aisles and arches, all of wool, and having
explained to me, very innoeently, that
this crop, reaped from the backs Of sheep,
was a commodity which increased In |
weight by being kept, and that it would
probably command a better price per
pound another year than this, the young
ladies' of the farm conducted me to the
PANTRY, where they exhibited a trayful of
extraordinary hens'-eggs; then to the
Mushroom, to show me the glossy water
sank, supplied by spout from the bill;
and, finally, asked me if would like to
see their grandmother?
By all means ? 1 replied; and they
aeeOrdingly led me to a sitting-room,
where the old lady sat, with large grey
eat in her lap. knitting a sock which was
precisely the color of the cat.
Gran'map cried the younger of the
eirls-the prettier of the two, if there
uas any difference in their beauty, for
they were both handsome as cherries
Gfan'mar she repeated, raising her
voice, for it appeared that the old lady
was rather deaf, here's a gentleman
come to see YOU
a gentleman from BostonF added
her sister, laughing.
From Boston, echoed the old lady,
putting on her spectacles. L declare
Why didn't you tell me-Td have slick
ed up a little. No matter now, though.
How do ye do? So you're from Boston,
Be ye?
There was a good-humored smile OF
curiosity on her face as she examined me
through her glasses; and at the same
time observed that both the girls were
laughing.
You'll have to tell your story about
the gentleman from Bostonr said Delis
(ihat was the youuger,) i'll the old lady
ear.
And Lyddy Lankfort's weddingp ex
claimed the grandmother, quite merrily
That's jest what come into my head
I never hear of gentleman from Boston
but think ont, do believe. But
conldn't tell it, my memory's failin' OF
me SO. Here, Susie. you take up thi
stitch I've dropped I've took up many
stitch for you, girls, when you was chill
.dren, and learnin' to knit, and that's a
the good it ever done We. 1 guess you
20 without stockings, if ye didn't hav
me to knit 'em for ye. for all knittin' o
EN- yourselves
Having given Susie the sock, with thi
severe comment, the old lady wiped he
glasses, and held them pensively in on
band, while she gently stroked the cat
neck with the other. The cat purred
Susie bent bIushingly over the sock
Della played with string; looked wit
pretended interest at the pathetic pictuI
Of the old lady and her cat; but l was,
reality, thinking how handsome the CIR
were, and how captivating they would
had they possessed little sentiment wit
their fun, and been less shockingly pra
ticaL.
Gentleman from Boston, suddenl
burst forth the old lady, with laugh
| don't know as I've thought ont f
she last sixty years without laughin',
matter where I was-even if twas
meetin'r
Sixty years. observed. That
q long road to look back over
Wa'al, in one sense, 'tis. There
been changes that make it seem sO.-
Times wasn't then as they be now.-
You'd think twas rather funny, would
you, to go back to where there wasl
any railroads, or steamboats,, or tall
gratis ? I don't remember as We used
see newspaper very often them da.
And as for chaises, and buggys, and So
things, don't believe there was over
dozen or so in all Connecticut. At les
I never see one in our village-only D.
con Lankfort had a kind Of one-h,
wagin he used to drive to meetin', a
thought drea'fdl smart
The Deacon was one Of the rich
men there was il town; he had no
farm, and kept store besides-sold sug
calico, brooms, Boston crackers, and
end of rum. 'Twa'n't considered a
disgrace them days TO sell rum. TIE
Perance-I never heard of temperar
when | was a girl
It's the Deacon's darter, Lyddy La
fort, vas goin' to tell ye about. 5