Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1863-10-14
Written for the Newsdealer.
NOTES BY THE WAY.SIDE.
BY II.

BY II.
October, with its goldon sunshine and
gorgeous tinted leaves, is come, mellow
and mild and although the softly float
ing leaves and bright sunlight render
alike beautiful, the broad streets, and
dirty lanes. and by-ways of the city; my
heart still turns, loyal and true, to the
dear old home among the green hills of
old Vermont, Although my ears are fill
ed with the shrill whistle of the locomo-
tive the rumble of the street. cars, the
tramp of hurrying feet on the pavement,
the thousand sounds which make the
ceaseless din Of city life; above all these
the echoes in my heart sound louder of
the music of loved voices, s,-voices heard
and left forever in the dear old home of
my childhood. l look out upon the
crowded street. and the tide Of humanity
sweeping past, blend with the never ceas-
ing clatter, and seem for the moment like
dim mirage of the brain, dream as it
were. half waking. for my soul, the bet
ter part of me, is far away from the busy
haunts Of town, in dear old J-n, sur
rounded by friends who give me the strong
hearty hand-grasps, and the kiss of well
come. Once more ! am in my Fathers
house. careless girl, basking beneath the
shade of the dear old naples which still
lovingly shadow the threshold | have
crossed as a maiden-fore,er Upon the
green-sward of the yard, basking costly
in the soft sunshine, | see my three broth
ers, who few years before me, started
from this "goldon milestone" in their
different paths out into the broad hunt
ing-ground of the world. In the sitting
room, in her low chair, sits my mother.
God bless her, and forgive me for ever
uttering the thousand thoughtless, harsh
words now so we'll remember that
mother. whose loving kindness and ten
der mercy was second to none on earth ;
again | say, "God bless her Fitting
in and out, is that only sister, the sole
one now remaining to call to mind the
fact that the others were. but are not. 2"
Father in mothers room on the lounge
is taking his nap and though he utterly
repudiates the idea, that he sleeps.
doubt not but he is dreaming of those Of
his household who are gone, and one who
perhaps, even now, lies bleeding on the
battlefield. | sit upon the doorstep. se-
renely happy, II close my glad eyes, and
presto, change! | am walking down
the street, through "the hollow" by the
hill, past the academy,-the neigh boris
houses, the "old shops, the ambrotype
saloon,-but ah here is house make
it point never to pass, and from habits
sake | must run in, just for chat with
NJ and E., and see what they are do
ing to-day. As enter, pleasant good
mornings" and gentle smiles welcome,
me and time flies so swiftly, that as l
raise my eyes to the clock at the end Of
the counter, | find have passed an hour
and half; rising hastily and opening
the street door, to be gone, my astonished
ears are saluted by the monotonous song,
"E-e-venin Leade-y-r O. only Coppe-r-r
have Leader ma'am apd 10 I am IN
Toronto! The sweet village Of my birth,
nesting among the verdant hills Of Yer
mont. lies hundreds Of miles away, and
filled with disgust. thrust the offending
Leader unccrcmoniously out Of my path.
Gt is a 'secesh" paper and matchmaking
the poor, open-mouthed. ncws-boys, for
disturbing my nice day-drcams, | passed
down King street. and consoled myself at
a fruit-stand. AS ! stepped upon the
street, again, ran on to q small child,--