Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1864-02-27
SATURDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 81, 1864.
Shot with a gun
Her race is run,
And here she lies. >"

p. S. by Dr. Beccher.-"The provcTb is,
Every one must eat his pound of dirt 1t
might be maxim, every one must write his
quire of nonsense. / remember that wrote
mine out, if not more, while in College, and
| Judge, by the hopeful specimens of my
children, Catharine, William, Edward, and
Mary, that you will be soon through with
all of this kind which you are fated to write,
and that soon none but letters SO solid and
weighty as to earn their postage will be pass
ing to and fro."
p S. Cd by Catharine.-"Nc mind this,
Ned, for papa loves to laugh as we'll as any
of us, and is quite as much tickled at non
sense as we are. !"
Mrs. Stowe writes of the Lintchfeld life
MY father was fond of excursions with
his boys, into the forests about, for fishing
and hunting. At first l remember these
only rs something pertaining to father and
the older boys, they being the rewards given
for good conduct. | remember the regret
fu interest with which | watched their joy
ful preparations for departure. They were
going to the Great Pond-to Pine Island
to that wonderful blue pine forest which /
could Just see on the horizon, and who knew
what adventures they might meet Then
! the house all day was so still no tramping
I
shouting and perhaps only long scam on
sheet to be oversewed as the sole means of
beguiling the hours of absence. And then
dark night would come down, and stars
look out from the curtains, and innuendues
would be thrown out of childrcnbeing sent
to bed, and my heart would be rent with
anguish at the idea of being sent off before
the eventful expedition had reported itself.
And then what Joy to hear at a distance the
tramp of feet, the shouts and laughs of older
brothers; and what glad triumph when the
successful party burst into the kitchen with
long strings of perch, roach, pickerel and
bulheads, with waving blades of sweet-flag
and high heads of cattail, and pockets full
of young wintcrgreen, of which generous
portion was bestowed always upon me
| These were the trophies, to my eyes, brought
| from the land of enchantment. And then
! what cheerful hurrying and scurrying to and
( fro, and waving Of lights, and what cleaning
of fish in the back shed, and what calling
! for frying-pan and griGiron, over which faith
er solemnly presided; for, to his latest day,
! he held the opinion that no feminine hand
could broil or fry fish with that perfection
of skill which belonged to himself alone,
us king of woodcraft and woodland cook
cry.
II was always safe against being sent to
| bed for happy hour or two, and patronized
with many a morsel pf the supper which fol-
lowed, as father and brothers were generally
too flushed with victory to regard very strict
! " dull household rules.
There were several occasions in course OF
the yearly housekeeping requiring every
hand in the house, which would havelagged
sadly had il not been for fathers inspiring
I talo npn nf thac, uns thp
season, in the autumn, when barrel OF
cider apple sauce had to be made, which was
to stand frozen in the m;lkroom, and cut out
from time to time III red glaciers, which
when duly thawed, supplied the table. The
work was done in the kitchen, an immense
brass kettle hanging over the deep fireplace
bright fire blazing and swapping, and al
hands, children and servants, employed on
the full baskets of apples and ounces which
stood around. | have the image of my faith
cr still as he sat working at the appe-peeler
Come, George, he said, I'll tell you wha
well do to make the evening go of You
and I'll take turns, and see who'll tell th'
most ou. off SCOTS novels : Cor those werC
the days when the Tales of my Landlord
and Ivanhoe had just appeared. And Sc
they took them, novel by novel, reciting
scenes and incidents, which kept the eye:
of all the children wide open, and made tho
work go on without tagging.
occasionally he would raise point ot
theology on some incident narrated, and ask
the opinion of one of his boys, and run d
sort of tilt with him, taking up the wrong
side of the question for the sake of seeing
how the youngsfer could practice his logic
If the party on the other side did not make
fair hit ut him, however, he would stol
and explain to him what he ought to have
said. The argument lies SO, my son; dc
that and you'll trip me up Much of his
teaching TO his children was in this intorma
way
The strong and original character of DIR
Beecher is we'll brought out in this volume
which contains, besides his recollections
many letters of his, in which his clear com
mon sense, ready wit, and energetic piety
are illustrated. The volume has tirst-rat'
merits; the reader is brought, naturally
into contact with the mind of the subject
and on closing the book feels that DR. Beech
er has been permitted to portray himself
without interference of Others. Here we SCI
the man as he was, in all his relations will
lite, and in all his moods.