The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1863-08-20
A Sabbath An the Country.

The strains were so loud, and the notes
80 clear and joyous which formed the
mathis Of the little feathercd worshippers
on that bright Sabbath morning that we
started from our sleep in vague bewilderr
ment, hardly knowing what to make OF
the new sound. But one glance out of
the window ut the green trees, and ono
breath OF the pure mountain cir reminded
Us that the night before--tired of the close
heated air Of the city, tired of the monot-
ouy OF stone pavements and brick houses,
tired of the noise and confusion of city
streets-we had thought to quiet the
"Hygienc Home" on the mountains OF
Pennsylvania The brief glance from the
window also dispelled all lingering affec-
ton for the luling influences Of our dow
ny couch, and but a few minutes had
elapsed ere we were ascending the noun
tain, inhahng long deep draughts Of the
pure air, for there is life and health in
every breath, and joining in the univer-
sal benedicite as sail the words Of the Lord
praised Him and magnifed Him" After
short ramble we returned with sharpen
ed appetites TO break our fast.
And now our readers will expect d
glowing account of a real country break
fast. Light rolls, smoking from the oven,
white as the lilies in sender pond goi.
den butter, cream favored with the wild
flowers that gems the mountain side,
spring chickens done 10 the INCEST brown,
with iucious coffee whose aloma fills the
room and quickens our advance toward
the table. All, how delighted would
we have bean TO have found a table
groaning under such Injuries, but, dear
readers, know that within the walls of the
Hygiene Home, the very names OF such,
articles are tabooed as incendiary, and our
morning repast consisted of brown bread,
with boiled vegetables, minus any poisons
commonly called condiments. After linz
gering not great while az the table the
carriage was brought, and we took long
drive over winding road. The quie. OF
the day cast ats quiet over us, and as we
rode under the shadow Of the forest trees
10y the banks of the running brooks we
felt no disposition to hasten the lagsard
pace OF The lazy horses. The memory of
the breakfast was sufficient to induce us
10 seek dinner more IN accordance with
our idea OF propriety, and in an old farm
house, inacool rag carpeied dining room,
we ate such dinner as atoned Tor our
MORNINGS DISAPPOINTMENT AS the sun
commenced his downward course, we as.
cended almost to the summit Of a hiob
mountain, and there under the shade Of
Tic green trees. formed by the mountain
breeze that rustled through the leaves,
and soothed by the murmurs Of the LITTLE
brook that gaiy danced down the noun.
tain side over lis prebIy bed, we epj,,.
y
ed the lovely scene spread out before us
At the foot Of the mountain for mile.
away stretched the peaceful valley. Fields
of different colored grains waved in the
sunlight; here and there coy looking
farm houses with their great rcd barn,
nestled in little groves; and ia the dis
lance rose the spires and charluibgs OF tb
town Of Reading while far away ike tn
dim future through tue hazy atmosphen
OF time, line Of hills skirt d The horizon
As the day was drawing to close, OAR
clouds gathered in the West, at frs
ssasssly larger than . naa's hsad, grsdu