Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1869-12-21
For the Newsd ealer
The Bore and the YIlle.

The Bore and the Vile.
Under the above somewhat fanciful title,
| propose TO give you, my dear L., through
the columns Of the NEwsDEALER occasional
glimpses at the lives and doinss of we
dwcllers and sojourners among the hills
at Cambridge Boro' and Jeffersonvile.
You have been among US, but you saw
us only in summer attire. You saw the
hills in green array, risising at hand and
swelling one above the other, some forest
crowned, some waving with grain, others
just mounds of greenness losing themselves
in the dim distance. Then "Old Mans
fields" rugged outline was sottened by
amcrous skies and its gray, ragged sides
azure-tinted and mellowed by the Indian
summer air. The placid Lamoille wound
its lazy way between wilow-fringed banks
and level meadows to the Lake. The in
terval farms wore hospitable look, and
hillside homes with open doors and WIN
dows invited your admiration. You saw
all this and thought it lovely, as indeed
it was, but you should see the landscape
in the gatb Dame Nature furnishes now.
The cultivated fields and grassy meads
are shroudtd in snow. The forests have
finished their anthems Of thanksgiving,
and now lift their naked arms to heaven
as in long supplication The greenery of
the hills has changed tc royal purple.
The mountain lifts its bold, sDow-capped
pinnacle seeming to pierce the sky, and
shows its frowuing and jagged sides as
they are. The river lies ice bound, the
voice Of its sparkling waters is hushed--
and into silence BY the presence Of King
Winter.
Yes, you saw US at our loyeliest, but
not at our grandest Vermont to be full
y appreciated should be visited in the
winter. Elsewhere you may see smiling
summer landscapes, but in northern New
England do we fnd true winter scenes.
The intense cold; the clear and bracing
air, the piled snow, the boldness of the
mountain scenery, the mettle OF the high
stepping horses, the intoxicating sound of
the sleighbells startling the wild echoes
among tie hills and answered by others
as abrupt and merry. Then as you dash
along you may catch through the windows
bright pictures, which might create envy
in the breasts of these born to prouder
fortunes. The huge fireplace with its
eaping flames, lighting The darkness and
putting the shadows to flight, the happy
faced children absorbed in dominoes or
jackstraws, the hale farmer his cider and
apples at hand, intent on the columns Of
the county paper for the latest railroad
news, or the Independent to see what last
heterodox thing may have been said, the
staid and beautiful matron with knitting
in hand --abut read Whittier's "Snow
Bound" this picture sou see through tie
window is an illustration of the whole
poem.
" What matters how the night behaved,
What matters how the north-wind rayed
Blow high, blow low, not all its snow
Could quench our hearth-frcs ruddy glow"
How now, my dear L., would you not
not like to exchange places with me
Leave your dusty Office and its stupid
routine, your Bohemian life at your hotel,
your huge stand.up parties, where every
one is in a confirmed state of kid gloves
and perspiration, for a social, cozy, hearty
life, among frank, warm-hearted people
Take OIL your mask, and laugh, and talk,
and breathe, and cat, and iice2 You
would not want to drink then to keep up
the sluggish flow of blood in your veins
or to take the apathy from your society
worn mariner! Here are no Teuton ven
ders of the Bavarian beverage to greet
at every corner. Liquor is sold BY Ii
cense (prctty literally but no brawls dis
turb the night-watcher. Why man yor
would not know yourself in month
But ! must remember my failings and
not lapse into panegyric. | will before
closing let you into a great secret, aware
as I am that on account of your impenc
trability and seoretivcness it will go nj