The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1860-07-27
For tho Union and Journal.

DEAR Mn. EpToR Did you ever make one
Of quartettc party and sally forth, free from
all business care, or friendly claim, solely and
expressly to drink at the fountain Of rustic de-
light, while the good dame who holds the drip
ping chalicc smiled fondly at your eager quaf.
ing, and patted your head with shower-drops
Of pleasant, unlooked.for circumstances, that
all meant blessingsl Yesi Then no apology
need make for telling your gentle readers the
simple tale OF such an adventure, one Of such
party, and with good fortune ditto.
Sometimes the same old things which for
years have been familiar sights and sounds, will
brighten up with new lustrc. The warm sun.
shine seems freshly golden; the shining foliage
newly polished; gushing songs unheard before.
seem bursting from the bubbling rills; tho
winds laugh out, instead Of signing sofily
midst The trees, and even the sober grey old
rocks smooth away their frowns, and slight
touch Of fancy will picture on their wrinkled
faces the dainty dimplings Of q smile.
So 1t seemed to US, rs mcrrily We wound
around the hill-sidcs, and sauhtcrcd through
the valleys: Then we scaled the rocky ridges,
and presently beneath the friendly branches Of
forest trees that skirt our highways generously.
In many favored spots. we bathed In. the float
ing shadows, and laved our spirits pinons In
the deep hushed beauty. To each individual
tourist the effect Is varied only by the possessed
capacity Of appreciation. But who docs not
love, who Is not enchanted with our own beau
tiful land, mingling every variety Of pictur-
esque scenery, In natures own quaint group
ing, on which we may oil feast our admiring
gaze, ard proudly say Il Is our oTnl
Leaving in the background pleasant little vii.
lagos and thriving farms, with many avid and
rock bound waste. and deeply shaded wood, We
entered the beautiful village Of Pryeburg, and
rested at the door OF our long-known and far
famed friend, John Smith. Not the J. 8. who
figures in every joke and anccdotc through our
newspaper literature, living only IN name Tor
rather. living multtudinously In one ndms),
but the veritable Uncle John, Of stagc-eoaeh
notoriety, who for years, In the well remem-
bered past, was known at every house ana ham,
let from Casco Bay to the White Mountains.
He II va, whose goodly cheer We extensively
enjoyed, and whose pollteness Is uncqualled In
the annals Of landlordship-always providing,
however, that his guests bear the quality stamp.
His quick perception Of our needs, and kindly
Gre for our temporal comfort, the abundant
q, ,ply Of 6ultless necessities for the crying
wants OF the inner man Capacities sharpcncd),
made US forget every trace Of WEAKNESS. while
the perfect quiet Of the establishment, pre-
served In sanctity from all lounging and loaf.
ing, and characterized by an une1ccptionable
cleanliness which would require microscopic
Investigation TO discover retreat Of dust, rem
dercd our rcposc delicious, and mingled In our
dreams bright visions Of tidy housewives, In
trim rel calico and gallant hosts corpulent and
sirty-ons, minus a .Jsr months.
When NO were comfortably settled In our
cory quarters, Uncle John brought from >
locked closet time honorcd volume wherein
those visitors particularly favored DO 'n''''''