Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1862-06-02


The FARM, April 80.
Wehaye not given our place name. It
is Just The Farm, our farm. There are
plenty Of others around US and climbing
the high Hill in the rear Of the house you
can see hundreds Of them, with their neat
houses, stretching away off to the green
waters Of the Sound in the East and to the
valley in the West where is flowing the
Hudson on its way to the sen. Ours is not
the only one by any means. Would you
purchase? They are for sale.
But ours is tThe Farm, simply because
Il belongs to us, Maud, Toms romantic
sister, wrote to us the other day advising
us to give it name, and the greater part
of her letter was made up Of sort of cat
alogue Of appropriate titles and Tom de-
hvered a very elaborate opinion on the
subject, that evening, summing up the
matter very much in this way:
f'Places, John, are named apparently
upon the principle Of an old Latin adage
which you hGys not been out Of college
long enough to have forgotten, ticus non
Ilceado Our friend Mrs. W, whose
house stood on a hill called it Deep Dale,
because there was rayine on the next
place, and her husband might own it one
day. s., the President of--B Bank,
could not sink the ship entirely, and call
Ell his country seat Bank Side. The
Bank was in Wall street and the place ffty
miles of. Our neighbor over the way calls
his Lilach Hedge and has not one Of the
shrubs on the estate I drove down yes
terday to cali on Capt. c.. His wife a
splendid specimen Of the woman, in the
course Of the visit, informed me that after
incredible difficulty they had finally fixed
ter L was to be known as Preston
Wood'p
"And where is the wood2" I had i'm
pertinence to ask.
You shall see " she replied $500
HThe carriage was at the door, and after
3 drive through lanes, and meadows, and
orchards and one broad bog, at the extreme
end Of the farm, we came to a grove Of per
haps hundred old trees. OF course I was
enchanted, and expressed a lively sense of
the appropriateness, &c. A5 uRo disco
onEes" Maud fortunately suggests one
very appropriate but unfortunately our
friend - has the precedence, and we
cannot call it "Undereliff."
So you see, Phil, we are not to be in the
fashion, and though new beauties may
grow up to its face year after year, it must
20 down to our heirs without a name
Tom proposed drive to-day, after din
ner and coming home we took bye road
leading several miles out of the way, and
stopped at a lake which we have often Wis
tied before in our summer rambles about
the country. It is one Of the most beauti-
full spots you ever saw. From the top of
the rocks skirting the whole Northern end
Of the lake you look down on the placid
waters and away off on a landscape of rare
lOveliness. On our way home Tom told
me a story Of the spot, which is so charac-
teristic OF him that give it in his own
words.
at was several years ago-I am getting
old believe, it-seem so long back to that
fimeI was sitting up there with my
friend Mary c., just where we stood on
the broad walk You didn't know her
Well she was one Of the loveliest girls a
good God ever sent to bless one with, and
beautiful, too, but not as the world counts
beauty-and gentle, kind and good. She
had the richest auburn hair, and such
eyes, John-deep and blue and liquid; and
when she turned them upon you with one
of her quick, sudden glanees, they seemed
10 look down into your very soul. She was
down there in that little village you saw
among the trees spending the summer in
the same house with me- had been tell
ing her one day Of that view from the head
Of the lake, and she Immediately proposed
I should drive her out there.
"You remember my famous horses that
drove in those days with classic names.
1t was a gallant team. How Mary's beau
tiful eyes flashed as she sat behind them.
We had not gone a quarter Of mile when
with the most natural movement in the
world she reached over and took the reins
from my hand.
F" Let me drive them, Tom
''HoW the reins that guided those power
ful and spirited horses looked in her tiny
hands But the horses seemed to know all
about II, for when she spoke to them in the
same sweet, gentle tones that she would
have used to one Of us, they seemed to feel
It just as you or l would They few like
the wind, but she managed them beautiful.
", and in ten minutes we were there.
HShe stood up then, and looked down on
the lake, and then her eye wandered around
ever the landscape, but she did not speak.
Was disappointed No. I did not ex-
pect it. But ] stood where I could see her
face, and note all the thoughts that filed
her soul at that moment Her beautiful
eyes never looked so beautiful to me before
as they looked ct that instant, and ! could
have loved her then if It would have been
Of any use. Then we sat down for an hour
and neither Of US spoke, till the shadows Of
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