, 1864-02-06

Douglas Jerrold's account OF hustrai",
where "if you tickle the earth with hoe,
she laughs with harvest"
The pinnacles of Mr.. Greeley's grounds
lift one up into the presenceof half o dozen
magnificent prospects, on one side a rolling
country sculptured "as il Gods finger
touched but did not press" in the making
it-on another, hill ranges running of
northward toward Mount Kisco; on an.
other, great and precipitous depths yawning
at ones feet, and tempting to cast oneself
down.
After long walk, during which we de.
bated the best spot for building the new
house, yet concluding that the new house
would never be built, We lay down on the
grass and mutually agreed that God had
made the country, and made the town.
Should we take nap in the shade? The
most famous man in our party Of tbsee has
a fine knack Of sleeping, either under q
sermon or under q tree! But it was too
breezy and there was danger Of taking
cold-even at the very hour of day when
a city full of people were broiling in the
sun like fowls on q gridiron. But lying
fiat on ones back and looking into the sky,
is delight that certain schoolboy used
to take, and he took it once again. How
ones head swims in the blue ocean, and
how the clouds pass over him like waves !!
Getting dizzy, and looking back at the
earth again, goes gallopading round in a
circle-trees, rocks, and hills all dancing as
il mad A little drunkenness may not
only lose an arm but turn the world upside
down.
What majesty in all the world is like
unto cloudsl They are the investiture Of
the Invisible Throne. They are the fading,
yet never fading, frescocs on the roof Of
Gods temple. Castles in the air, battle.
ments in mid.heaven, tulnbled ruins of
great cities, upheaved rocks and mountains,
illimitable coastlines, profiles Of human
faces-all these, and thousand more pic.
tured glories, one sees in the clouds !!
What casters Of shadows on the shining
fields! But the clouds and their shadows
pass away together, and the grass is gilded
again in the sun, and one is left to think
Of, the shadow on tho land that passes rot
yet-the shadow Of war and death. But
on such dsy Of peace, could there be
war in the world2 Yet why were we
thinking, just then, Of Robert Shaw meet.
ing death and famine at Fort Wagner, and
Of Bayard WilkesOn falling hero at Get.
tysburg? Summer days are not bright
enough to cover the shadows on human
hearts. How shall come the consumma.
tion2 Coming in clouds and great glory!"
is the prophecy. And may the over.hang.
ing cloud Of battle-smoke be the sign that
the coming Of the Son of Man is at hand,
and that the day Of our redemption draw.
eth nigh!
Does any one ask, how does Mr.. Greeley
find time to manage his farm2 The far.
mer's wife is good farmer. That is how
he manages-and how, being good man,
he Is managed! Garden and hot-houSe,
with flower.pots innumerablo, containing
not only the "dear common flowers" but
curious plants from oil countries are her
special care. A farm without flower.
garden is like shirt without collar, good
for use but not for show. And somehow,
flowers grow better for q woman than for
man. A farm without woman is an III
graced bachelor!
1t was q perfect day. Our visit was
like jewel without a flaw. Now and
then comes some rare and special day, set in
some round year like diamond In ring.
This was such day; not possible to a
man living in the country, bu: possible
only TO one who had not seen Gods grass
since last summer. 1t was cool water to
long thirsty lips. As a man loosed from
prison goes home to look with ravishment
upon tho faces Of his children, so one es
Gaping from the bedlam OF streets in mid.
summer finds in his first lock at the sky
and the fields delight unspeakable. Il
belongs to him, and to no one else. Il
was the exclusive inheritance Of one mem
Der Of this party Of three Il was to him
the whole sumner crowded into day.
By-and.by, looking at our watches, it
was time for the train. We carried of
with US the best part Of the farm--its mas.
ter. A'plain man, palmer than his neigh.
bors, with face as kindly as a child's and
lDart as simple, he trudged with Q stick
in hand away from his happy fields, not to
see them again for seven days. When q
man owns q paradise, IL is hard to live in
IL only one day In Q week. But there is
hard work to be done in the world, and
this Is one Of the man to do II. What Il
all men did theirs as laithflllyl And for
his works sake he will be held in remem
brance long after his summer-day compan.
ions are under the grass and forgotten.