Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1866-05-02

hes up through the house. What tricks of
stealing sugar he has mt learned is Mt worth
learning. =" She talk about the niggers s,-bah" +"
he excaims, as he goes about his work.
When was ready last evening to go to my
room, sent Robert for light, and told him
to bring me whole candle. He came back
directly and said, throwing his finger his
shoulder, She says can't have it," fol-
lowed him into the dining-room, where she sat
whining at 'Manda.
6 Madam, | should like a light
She told Robert to bring her candle, and
was about to cut off piece two inches long.
81 should like whole candle tonight, if
you pie 2se," said |.
Want whole candle, sir?
Yes, ma am, I'm going to write IN my room
awhile this evening""
"Want long candle Wha. yer goiu' to
write Want all this candle =
"Can't have the caudle :?
/" The whole candle? Gemmen alters takes
a short light and goes to bed right soon"
L" Shall | take that candle, or shall send
Robert out to buy me one
Il reckon We can have this. I'll send Rob
ert up for it arter while
| did MT stop 10 argue that point, but when
reached the hail | said to Robert, =" You'll
fpd the door looked If you come up y; to which
he responded. " sha D t come.
The table is wrstched. The tea, eggs, and
watfies are the only articles even passary good.
Bread and biscuit are alike sour and eaden, and
all the meas are swimming in strong fat. The
cook il a larse snd raw-boned negro woman,
who is aided by the NJ issus," the boy Robert,
and the girl Manda. l suppose Sarah cooks
quite 20 the satisfaction Of her mistress; but
doub' il it would be possible for any Northern
girl, even with twenty years OF training, to
make Of herself j cook 50 utterly bad as Sarah
is. She certainly exhibits most remarkable
ability in spelling every thing n the line OF eat
abes.
The general management of the house, |
scarcely need add, IS h0pelessy miserable.
Everything Is forever at sixes-and-sevens, and
the knowledge # where anything was yester-
DAY gives not tie least indication Of its present
where bouts. Tne establishment, not les' IN
its several parts than 10 It's aggregate whole, IS
sn uuciean thing. Sulfilessness has here ms
abode, AID there is neither effort nor desire 10
Jispossess him. And the travellers bill IS
three dollars and a half per day
| have not drawn It's picture except for a
purpose. / hear, already. in this Southern
tri A., great deal about the superior civilization
Of the South. This hotel IS part Of It's out
growth. Oraueeburg is place Of twenty-five
hundred 10 three thousand inhabitants 1t l.
the county seat Here Is the State Orphan
ton and the capital. Lee any one consider
what Is the character OF the only puol'c house
III any Northern town OF he same size, anu
similarly situated, and then the quality OF tbs
boast-d Southern civilization will be apparent
Nor Can 1t be said hat the Is responsible
fer The condition Of things here, !or the house
was !ull from the beginning and ha- not sui-
fered any lo>s from either army Il could lot
receive seek's support ii any community OF
my Sac from Name 20 the Rocky Mountains
W. mere il lives on and on, wear after ar, a
witness for Southern civilization. Let Us cal
things by her right names,-then shall We say
Southern burbGrtsm
HONOR MAY. Boston ricknor x Flelts
Tae principal characters OF this novel ART
MUSICIANS, and the writer, whoever n OF sh,
may be, Is also "a musician. Tne personal
narrative Is quite subordinate and is only tht
thread p)n shicn much learning and dIsqui
sition respecting musical tastes and sympa
thles are strung. Honor May i7 the heroine
Of the novel, a noble woman, whose lite anC
character seen attunei to q divine harmony
rne author style. though sometimes little
ambitious. as yet quIte above the ordinary leve
OF novel writing and the tone and teacmng'
OF the entire volume are cleyating and chris
tianIslng. The author has made this book
one cf the better class ot works OF fiction, II
which the teachings and aspirations of
higher lie lit the reader quite cat OF TIT
ordinary realm of fiction, into the purer anC
more iuvIgoratlng atmosphere. where 1--we i'm
pulses nobler and influences more heavenly
than those which govern the characters OF to,
many even Of she more popular writers o
fiction Of our time
\ favorable idea of she authors style may
oe obtainel from this rketch ot her lmpres
Sons Of the S4bbath
| can recall with great dlstlnctness oul
quiet oa5baths. How bright were the COLDER
morns how calm ;he cloudy ones The street'
were quiet, save for occasional pedes strlans
Nicely DR. ssed men, women, and chIldrer
went by 20 their lltJle chape on the hIIl.
liked 10 see the Suudey c.othes of the men
the devout faces OF the women, the seriou'
looks Of the children, they walked IL
groups All nature seemed joyful
Even trees and flowers waved their leaves
and Shed their Incense rs Ii giving thanks fol
the peace OF that dag. Elms and Iarche
bent softly to the light air naples CAV,
grateful shade TO the garden walks. In TIN
secluded spot roses and verbenas, pinks anC
nasturuums, giowed together. Portulac;
buds waited i4r the,r noon, heiiotroYes dotteC
the brightest DIS OF color with their purple
clusters. Balm stole from the blossoms a
they Dre4thed out their life to the air, anl
sOothed senses and spirit 10 rest.
Al things seemed molly IS the day itself
The song OF birds, the occasional step of
passer-by. and a revelhng OF bees, now here
now there, were the chlet sounds that min
ged with the dreamy softnees Of the atmos
pherc-
Nv mother visited all her flowers in turn
looking 10 discover the needs OF each, ant
discerning their wants by her tine instinct a
! glance. The kitten bounded by, her gloss.
fur shining blue a greyhound with on
leap she cleared the rose-bed. and settled her
self behind currant-bush, ready to dart ou
at the first proyocation. Ii the sun did no
shine, there Was naturally less brightness, bu
ctie peculiar charm attending IL cloudy sky
Then the flowers nodded on their stalks, heav
wi moisture instead OF swaying thenselve
to the Il ovements oi the breeze.
Sabbath morning in the garden How puF
and serene are the memo ries OF that day Il
that place Ii the rain came thick and fast
and the wind blew, | looked out th
storm. The s.rong norse-chestnut, the pal
abela, with It's silverlined leaves, the purpl
beech, and The White lilac, all bowed to Ih
force which gave the wind It's heetnes,
With apparent JOY they abandoned theniseive
to the elements now dropping their boughs
now tossing them, as If to catch the whlriln
winds in their sott irlnges. On cloudy day.
when no rain fell, a wonderful charm stoi
; through the haze
la my memory is The picture of an autumn
Sabbath, which, if l were an artist, | coui
vividiy paint. The garden, its high fence
, with q guard of lattice, Is before me. A pal
mist rhr Ouv h Whicn The sun pnshes IL pOide