Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1871-07-28

about ten years. and he smacked his lantern
| laws with delight as he reflected on his fine
bargain. Plunging into the interior of his cart
to bring his wares into better light, his gaunt
steed walked along few steps grazing as she
went. Apparently her sole living was obtained
| in this precarious fashion, and she seemed bent
on improving the present opportunity to nibble
the roadside grass. To see his animal thus inn
proving each shining moment was no check on
the tin-pedder's loquacity, but it was greatly to
his inconvenience as he stood between the
wheels. "stahn still, tell vel" he shouted out
from the depths of the cart. Grizzle, undmind-
| full, walked a few steps more. "Stahn still, l
tell We" again sounded forth, and this time eff
fectually, for the wheel had brought up against
the substantial ole of a large elm tree,
"Rather resky, by-guy!" was his remark as he
emerged.
The tin peddler usually goes the rounds, but
there is one house where ii n peddlers never OBJ
tain entrance A dark, dismal abode, about
which hangs perpetual mystery-the mystery
of Daisy Hilltop. The blinds are never I'M
closed, but the passer feels the eager glance of
watchful eyes behind the jealous shades. The
front door never opens, and the front yard pre-
sents trackess expanse Of green sward. Four
ancient, lily-pale sisters there abide. Some.
times when the night hawk screams, aud the
uncanny bat hovers low, pair of these wierd
sisters, heavily yelled, comes forth, and creeps
feebly along the road. 1t is difficult to believe
that those decrepit attenuated forms could ever
have been instinct with young life and gay
spirits, or that those double wells could conceal
the remains of extraordinary beauty. Yet ira
dition is fond of dilating upon their wondrous
charms Speculation is rife as to the reason for
excluding themselves so vigorously from all
social life. All theories, however, have proved
like the "baseless fabric of a VISION" and the
facts still remain an unsolved mystery. Daisy
Hilltop, partly to avenge its baff1ed curiosity,
and partly in recognition of the youthful
glores of the four wierd sisters, calls their home
the angels Prison."
These are some of the things whispered to me
by the breezes which sweep over the place,
Far away lies the splendid landscape, forest
and meadow, vale and hill, in almost endless
perspective now stepped in warm sunshine and
flecked with cloud shadows, now bathed in
glowing hues of sunset, or wreathed in the rosy
mists of balmy dawn. Not less impressive is
the bOundless expanse of the clear, free sky,
where clouds marshal their forces by day, or
where by night the starry armament glows
with such unusual splendor that heaven seems
very near Suggestions of all these are borne
to me by the breezes as lie in hammock
and listen while the sweet summer day glides
by in a sort of lotos-eater's dream, in such peace
and quiet that one wishes the dream would
never end. The very atmosphere has peculiar
charm, suggestive of Sleepy Hollow, falling
like mantle OF rest upon the world-weary
SOUL
The breezes whisper, too, of those poor chill
dren of toll whose life is one long work day, on
whom this mantle of rest never falls, who never
know these sweet soothing influences of our
dear mother nature. Bearing great pity in
the heart for those weary ones, surely each one
of US who enjoy such summer rest should value
the blessed privilege, gathering strength for
usefulness, fortifying ourselves with high pur-
pose to do well our part in the world-struggle
of right against wrong in the life of the year to
come AMARANTH.