Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1867-02-27

r. B. Peterson C Brothers, No. 306
Chcsnut street. .
"Woodbur Grange" is a novel of de.
cidei originality, and written with force
and elegance. 1t is a tale of English
country life, partly descriptive of scenery,
but principally pleasing because of its
vivid delineations Of character. Opening
with picture of the last of a long line Of
baronets, it presents with vivid contrast
the opposite OF aristocratic imbecility, and
poor man, the descendant Of race Of
beggars, self made, and rising in the
worlds esteem. The character of Sir
Roger de Rockille is capital one. 1t is
skilfully conceived, and is in no respect
unnatural -
10 such condition was now reduced
the last of the long line of Rockville.
The spirit Of a policeman had taken pos
session of him he had keepers and watch
men out on all sides, but that did not sat.
isfy him. He was perpetually haunted
with the idea that poachcrs were after his
game: that trespasscrs were in his woods.
His whole life was now spent in strolliDg
to and fro in his fields and plantations
and in prowling along his riverside. He
looked under dedges, and watched for long
hours under forest trees If any one had
a curiosity to see Sir Roger, they had only
to enter his fields by the wood side, and
wander few yards from the path, and he
was almost sure to spring out over The
hedge, and in hurried and angry, almlst
stamering tones, demand their name and
address. The descendant Of the chivalr'
GUS and steel-clad De Rockville was sunk
into restless spy on his own ample prop
perty. There was but one idea in hi:
mind-encroachment. 1t was destitute
of all other furniture but the musty tech
nicalitics of warrants and commitments
There was stealtby and skulkipg man
ner in everything he did. He went tc
church on Sunday, but 1t was no Longer
| by the grand iron gate opposite to hi'
house-that stood generally with large
spiders web woven over the lock, and sew
eral others in the corners Of the fine iroI
traccry, bearing evidence of the long per-
iod since it had been opened. How diff
fernt to the time when Sir Roger aut
Lady Rockville had had these gates thrown
wide on Sunday morning, and with al
their train Of household servcnts at thei
back. with true antique dignity, marched
with much proud humility, into the hous'
of God! Now Sir Roger-the solitary
suspicious, undignifed Sir Roger, the
keeper and policeman of his own property
stole in at little side gate from hi
paddock, and back the same way, wonder
ing all the time whether there was no
sombody trepassers in his grove
"lf you entered his house, it gave you a
cheerless feeling as its owner. Their
was conservatory, SO splendid will
rich plants and flowers in his mother
time, now dusty receptacle of hampers
broken hand-glasses, and garden tools
These tools could never be used, for tn
gardens had grown wild. Tall grass grey
in the walks, and the huge unprune'
shrubs disputed the passage with you
in the wood above the garden, reached b.
several flights of fine, but new moss.grow
steps, there stood apavilion, once clearl.
very beautiful. 1t was now damp an
ruinous--its walls covered with greennes
and crawling insects. IL was q grea
lurking place Of Sir Roger, when on th
watch for poachers
"The line Of the Rockvilles was evident
ly running fast out, 1t had reached th
extremity Of imbccility and contempt
must soon reach it's close.