Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1871-07-28
Etching. i'm the Country.

Correspondence of the Worcester Spyl
DAISY HILLTOP.
If one had any doubt before that this location
is the far-famed land of Dolce far qliente, such
doubt must have been dsspated on witnessing
the group of laborious idlers sprawled on the
wet grass outside our front gate. Youth and
age, learning and ignorance, were well repre-
scented. There sat the Yale student, barefooted,
perusing the week-old newspaper, and, by right
of his intellectual superiority appropriating the
only semblance to throne, which was afforded
by stone hitching post. A disabled farmer
youth chatted with a grey-beard loon who
seemed to have even less of the burden of world
ly cares than the seven-year-older--th last of
the group-listening with open-eyed wonder to
the marvels his elders related. Such deter
mination to enjoy themselves in an arcadian
fashion, with the mercury considerably below
summer heat, despite all the inconvenience at
tending lack Of sunshine, an impending north
easter, drizzling mist, and the dampness of
the vestments Of mother earth, without even
the conventional Jack-knife to white away the
moments-ther idle hands clasping their knees
or lazily plucking the grass-seems to indicate
a radical change in the commonly received type
of New England character.
The other day we encountered the philosopher
of the great Observation-Disclosures Speculatus.
Jenny Gingerbread was with us, and know
ing her art-aspirations, he gave her some valu-
able hints, advising her to read Winckelman's
writings on art, recently translated from the
German. "Winckelman," said the professor,
"makes a speciality of classic art. He is good
to read half an hour each day. You will not get
immediate results from reading Winckelman.
You cannot leave him saying, What a fine
idea have got He does not give you loaves
of bread, but rather seed corn, which will soon
sprout and shoot forth into a rich, abundant
harvest"
The professor remarked that whatever lifts
US out of ourselves is a valuable means of
culture. By making master minds, as Goethe,
Homer, Shakespeare, our daily companions, we
rise to their level, and their standard becomes
our standard. Our daily food makes us what
we are. There is no reason why genius should
not be as common as mere talent. At the pro-
fessors college, Utopia, the lady president gives
lectures founded on Winckleman's writings.
which so inspires the class of students with
Winckelman's spirit that they write essays of
the highest character. Essays that would be
creditable published in any art journal.
Scarcely nook of the land is SO obscure that
the genius of romance does not sometime wave
her pinions over it. Here we have an heiress
who secludes herself from the light of day,
POSSIBLY for cosmetic reasons, no less than from
native modesty,) stealing forth only at twilight
to pluck a few daisies and to drive home the
cows. Rustic SWANS not few, have cast long
ing eyes at her charms, personal and real, but
she favors none, and all are waiting in suspense
TO see who will be the favored one who shall
first impress the maiden's heart. An apotheca-
rvs clerk from a neighboring state, the "su-
per" Of the nearest cotton mill, and various til
lers of the soil, have wooed in vain. | have
heard of only one who holds himself Indifferent
and his carelessness is doubtless assumed-tha
Yale student. On him falls harmless the shafts
which have vanquished so many. Her spark
ling eyes, her blooming cheeks, and scantly-
flowing tresses no less than her intellectual &C.
complishments in Greek and Latin, or her tune
full discords waking the echoes of Daisy Hill
top, are alike regarded with contempt. Devo-
ton to stu ly is the armor which resists all such
arrows of Cupid.
Touchstone, spoken Of by the immortal Shak-
speare, lives here in his native glory. He thinks
Daisy Hilltop is hardly stirring enough for
him, though he knows all the folks will be sorry
to have him go, but he thinks he must make his
mother sell the farm and move down west. All
the young ladies will be sorry to learn that
Tombstone has decided not to marry. He can't
afford to marry as it costs too much to support
a wife. A woman eats so much. Eats more
than man any time, though there's lots of
girls want him-there's awhole family down by
the burying-ground, and the Rocky Mountain
girls, to say nothing Of all the factory girls in
the Hollow. He was never refused but once or
twice. Had no doubt he should receive several
offers if he would only take back his resolution
not to marry.
Not long since the neighbOrhOOd was visited
oy hn-peddler's cart, driven by a lank Yankee
Notwithstanding the warm weather his lean form
was enTeloped in au immensely Iong-skirted
oVercoat' lie had the usual loquacity and So
ciaoleness that prevail in country districts, and
dld not dlsdain TO explain the seeming ineon-
grulty oil the weather and his habiliments.
re see, went out west 'leven var AGO come
fall, m got the fever m ager. Like to shook
me to pieees,-bout shook the daylight out on
me. Hain't never got over it-never expect IN
Shake every now m then, by guy, to beat all
creation. Have to ware this coat, right straight
through. What dye think of the coat2
Pretty good one; amt it2 Wall, it cum in the
rags. Bought it for tn cents pound, twelve
pound, ten ounces. My wife patched it on
! the elbow, m I've wore it ever since-nigh