Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1865-08-31

eur IN VERMONT" - Mrs. Parton
(" Fanny Fern,') has been spending a
short time this summer at Brattleboro,
and thus writes to the New York Ledg-
er:
chow did ] ever live so long without
great green mountain in front of my
window? That's what said to myself
as l watched the shifting shadows upon
it, from my pro tenn. home in Brattle-
boro Perhaps that accounts for my
lack of reverence who knows ? | hug
theory, that no one can be born in the
vicinity of any such grand challenge of
Nature without having a corresponding
response in his own soul; and the more
am laughed at for it, the more obsti-
nately cling to it, Why that noun
tain is just like a church to me. 1t
bushes all my nonsense, and bids me
tread with poft and rauorent,- etei,e to
wards the heaven that lies beyond.
Why do I rise so early here, when the
day is so long in the country2 Do you
think would miss the gradual lifting
of the mist from that mountain 70 Or
that first peeping of the newly awakened
birds Or the soft rosy tints that
edge, one by one, those gray clouds
Besides, / do not find the day long in
the country. | could sit lazily under
that tree, all day, in trance of cat-like
purring enjoyment. But I'll tell you
what rouses me out of it. That group
of city ladies, who come sailing past,
inside those enormous. hoops, freighted
with round trimming, and square trim
ming, and pointed trimming tripping
daintily, lest an atom of dust should in
wade those precious dry goods. Why,
ladies, should you qltoays travel like a
turtle with your city house on your
back Surely those sweet-scented clo-
yer blossoms might suffice without
choking US with patchouli, or any of
those horrid perfumes which stand in
place of good honest soap and water.
Ladies, avaunt You are not half as
pleasant as that spotted toad hitching
down yonder path, in his awkward in
dependence. And now, little two and
a-half year old toddles up to me ON
the grass and says "Tell me, what are
the trees whispering about?" She's the
girl for me. ;a. .,..-. ........
Do you suppose those drcssed-up ladies
ever have such thought as that? But
why should l grumble? Surely they
have the worst of it compelled to ex-
hibit 50 many yards Of silk and lace,
and so many flowers and feathers, each
day, from the rising of the sun to the
going down thereof and to keep them
immaculate during the process. Ladies,
you have my sincere pity; | wish L
| could provide you all with comfortable
home in yonder Lunatic Asylum, but a
humane regard for The directors of that
institution prevents. 1t is strange to
me that everybody don't live in Brattle-
boro. There is not an ugly walk or
drive in the whole town. I'm exhaust
ed admiring things. 1 sat on the coach
mans box yesterday, and forbade him,
as we drove along, to tell me of any
more ''Broad brook roads," or teas
cades," or waterfalls" /" till was able to
bear it. That's the state am in, and
Vermont is answerable for it. How
love to poke about and explore new
place to pick. handsful of flowers, and
then throw them away for something
prettier to sit dowE on fence when /
am tired, and ask anybody see milking
COW to give me some. They are such
nice people up here. Why good Prov
idence makes some people to take hold
of things by the right handle, and 9th
ers to tip everything they touch s'bot-
tom upwards, He only knows. -,5I97
am so glad to see that the repulsiye
old country church yard is being done
away with-that old Schurch-yard over
grown with nettles and mullen stalks,
where the cows browsed, and where
never tree or flower humanized the
place. Here there Is cemetery, on a
rasing ground. commanding one o. the
loveiest mountain and river prospects
that ever was seen carefully kept, or
namented with vines and flowers, and
every way lovely spot. sour Baby,
"0ur Children" any 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 il.