Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1865-08-11
UP IN VERMONT.

UP IN VERMONT.
How did ever live so long without great
green mountain in front of my window? That's
what said to myself as watched the shifting
shadows upon it, from my protein. home in
Brattleboro' Perhaps that accounts for my
lack Of reverence, who knowsP hug Il theory,
that no one tan be born in the vicinity of any
such grand challenge Of Nature without having
corresponding response in his own SOU. and
the more | am laughed at for it, the more OBJ
stinalely cling 10 ii. Why! that mountain is
just like church to me. 1t bushes all my
nonsense, and bids me tread with soft and rev.
erent steps toward the heaven that lies beyond.
Why do rise so early here, when the day is
so long in the countryP Do you think would
miss the gradual lifting of the mist from that
mountainP Or that first peeping of the newly
awakened birds? Or the solt rosy tnts that
edge, one by one. those gray clouds? Besides,
l do not find the day long in the country. l
could sit lazlly under that tree, all day, in a
trance Of cat-like purring enjoyment. But I'll
tell you what rouses me out of i. That group
of city ladies', who come sailing past. inside
those enormous hoops. freighted with round
trimming, and square trimming, and pointed
trimming, tripping daintly, lest an atom of
dust should invade those precious dry-goods.
Why, ladies', should you al,cays travel like
turtle with your city house on your back p
Surely these sweet-scented clover blossoms
might suffice without choking US with "patch-
ouli, or any of those horrd perfumes which
stand in place of good honest soap and wafer.
Ladies, avaunt! You are not half as pleasing
as that spotted toad hitching down yonder path,
in his awkward independence. And now, a
little two-and-a-half year older toddles up to
me on the grass and says, "'Tell me, what are
the trees whispering aboutP" She's the girl
for me. Do you suppose those dressed-up la
dies ever have such athought as that? But
"L.. -L-.iI 4 e'unDle surely they have The
worst OF 1t compelled to exhibit &c many yards
of silk and lace, and so many flowers and fea,h-
ers, each day, from the rising OF tue sun to the
going down thereof, and TO keep them mmac-
ulate during the process. Ladies, you have my
sincere pity; wish l could provide you all
with a comfortable home in yonder Lunatic
ASy lum bu, humane regard for the Directors
OF that Institution prevents. 1t is strange to
the that every bod, don't live in Brattleboro'.
There is not an ugly walk or drive in the whole
town. Pm exhausted admiring things. | sat
on the coachman's box yesterday, and forbade
him, as we drove along TO tell me of any more
"Broad hook roads," or ''cascades," or "water-
falls" till l was able to bear it. That's the
state | am in, and Vermont is answerable for
it. How love to poke about and explore a
new place TO pick handsiul OF flowers, and
then throw them away for something prelter |;
to sit down on fence when I'm tired, al d ask
anybody see milking COW to give me some.
They are such nice people up here. Why a
good Providence makes some people to take
hold oi things by the right handle, and others
to tip everything they touch "bottom upwards, )"
lie only knows. | am so glad to see that the
repulsive old country church-yard is being done
away wi,h-,hat old chuch-yard overgrown
with nettles and mulein. stalks, where the cows
browsed. and where never tree or flower
humanised the place. Here there is ceme-
terry, on a rising ground, commanding one of
the loveiest mountain and river prospects that
ever was seen; carefully kept, ornamenled with
vines and flowers, and every way lovely spot.
sour Baby," "Om Children" my Wife,
How quickly even the stranger heart responds
to such inscriptions; whether those nearest TO
it walk in this sweet sunshine, or lie peacefully
with their eyes forever closed TO it.
FANNY FERN.