New-York tribune., 1872-08-01
SUMMER LEISURE.
1rp N A COUNTRY VILLAGE.

"BOY y GOES A-FIsHlNG. - ..,,prNr
rvBoM AN OCCASIONAL CORRESPONDENT or Tiik ltdDu,
BLooNv1LIF. N. Y, July SJ.-This is a linu
sacred 10 romance, and likewise to cheese' - which
is mostly OF that bounding ana uh'".uoH , no,rs
Dranccs wildly through the corners OF eo''h'i'
papers but tie cheese is delicious as uIoS ,v,,
willie IA town OF tho sleepicst ara @ most u ~ ~
kind IL is Of antiquity ancient ana "0'''' " : -,
Tho chief excitement OF tue "nS' "'ir' m e.
dav comes az night, when man Ioh
enc ou,or world arrives and the drowsy BloomNlnahs
,.e ,norrpf,rv into the PostmaSter's den there 10
converse softly pCcs under the ghosuS ISi' y, V
,,,, trsepe lamp Here Nick Bottom, lrish Jolly,
blarnexipe with SO many patches all over him that the
original stuff OF his garments would defy the researches
% sc,ence here Is Malvolio, Scotch Mayolo, with
face of acid gravity; here is Shallow rotund, and ora
torical and Don Quxote, solemn and somber, fitting
violently at an antediluyan windmill which he calls
Copperhead interference" and pretty bunch of viii
laee sohool-glrls waiting pas Daily Clarion, and
fringe unimportant juveniles who haunt the post
Office for amusement and rewarded by the scraps
OF political wisdom there delivered.
Bombastes. who has been indulging too generously
IN those taps which is wanes," enllvens the gentle
twilight in the porch by graceful defense Of his hero
Sir Philip Sidney Grant, Now, what's he done ~
he says with bounce which frightens out of her small
wits barcfoOtcd red-1annclpettcOated Miss OFlan-
nagan OF nine years. whom the soft delusiOn Of the
''wanity" has transformed into malevOeDt Liberal
Republican Of six feet high" what's be done Sur ask
~
brOtherB-laws int OILS an his blssed father intn
offs An who's better right, Surf Howly Saints
What's no donel" Ma1emOisele O'Flannagan Is too
parayzed by terror TO reply but Pistol, "an ancient
oomrade of his own." puts his hands ia his pockets and
remarks, sympatheticaly, "Wel, he ant done nOthin
that a fact :" to do nothing the sole, partic
uar and HeavenOrdaned duty OF every ruler whatever
under the True for you, Sur" says Bombastes,
with approving nod at the youthful scion OF the
OFlannagan race he amt done nOthin. Then what's
he done 2" And much elated at his triumphant
eOquence Bombsstes receives his country newspaper
and disappears chucklng up the village street the red
flannel pctcoat, which never, by any possibility gets
letter. whisks around the corner; and all the other
worthless, concluding their funereal discourse, melt
vaguely darkness the postmaster puts up his
shutters and by O'Clock tho town is silent and almost
ughtless.
SOmetimes-Oh OF art and dissipation Ian obscure
and antique ver Of concerts whose voice has outliyed
his fame wanders sOlitariy along and provides what
he Festival Of Song" with the sad assistance Of
wheezy old melOdeOn. The music being OF that noble
and beautiful style of art designated in the bill Stuck
up in the post-ofce) Patriotic and Other" attracts
crowd OF our most cultivated citizens" (bD, to the
great profit the of quarter each 10 the tal-
ented and highly-admiTed artist" (bilD Among "our
most cultivated citizens" are Miss OFannagan and her
oonfr6res who perch clandestnely about the open
windows and testify discriminating delight when Sweet
Lzena laid with shake in her beside the lake. or
when Warren dies Bunker Hill, with long howl from
the melOdeOn. Sometimes peregrnating menagene
passes through the town with hOrrfyng screeches Of
hidden wild beasts But It rarely stops Solemn Bloom
vile offers no stage for such dlssoute and luxurious
amusement that of menageries Sometimes the
nadens Of the village animated by charity or religion,
arrange enhancing entertainment which in this re-
gon goes by the generic of tablows and speakin
pieces Then is there hutterng TO and fro OF bygOne
gowns and "Amcncan OratOrs;" ramping up and
down of elderly steeds guided by excited damsels in
search of unprecedented number of kerosene foot
lights an anxious examination Of wOodcus in old an
nuals, which perchance might do duty as "tablows'
Then when the tremendous night arrives, and all the
farmers for miles around assemble with their thin, sal
low wives and their awesruck prOgeny-when at least
dozen lamps beam the radiant scene-when two
fddes aud flute and too forth the enchanting
strains Of the Prima Donna Waltz-then, OH
Apollo, "wot larksp Tabow succeeds tablow in
dazzling array each welcomed by burst from the I'D
dies and flute They mostly OF grim and terrifying
nature such as the beheadng Mary by
and beardless young execuOneT, armed with mcatax,
and wearing agreeable smile This Is good but
there's wild tornado of applause when the curtain dis
closes the chess Players with perfectly awful hend or
namented with horns, immense ta, and diabOical
grin, and what Mrs. TodGers would call "a sirup"
mounted benignanty a concealed candlebOX behind
the wretched victim And then. what bliss when very
small boy with very weak and very mild voice,
comes forth to deelaim that hne rafting pece" begin
ning '.-,-.-.
Where the wild winds rock my eagets 10 iest!'
s derp,ted parents actually drown the Addles, and
thrill of patriotism circles all about But the scrib-
bier in recalling those brilliant events Of the season.
remembers more pleasantly pretty girl with kind eyes
and brown hair crowned with tiny white cap who sat
quietly on the rude stage, and while she twirled her
spnning-wbeel rected naturally with heartbreak IN
her voice and little blush her gentle. modest face
that tenderest and saddest Of ballads, Aud Robin
Gray"
The scribbler had exhausted the delirous delights Of
the post-ofice OF tablows and Of music. patriotic
and other" had even viewed the bright giraffe with
Indifference 50 the other day she resolved to go ash
ing She appealed TO Mrs. Hominy, and Mrs. Hominy,
,ybo WAS likewise unspeakably bored, summoned her
brother the Boy. The Boy, being OF that
bashful and uDpleasing age when a feminine
presence is source Of bitter mental anguish,
croaned--but he submitted. Immediately appointed
commander of the expedition, he announced with
acrmopy that the fish wouldn't bite but he'd get
ready and departed miseraby. So in the warm, damp
ooudy afternoon three solitary beings might have been
seen floating down the quiet creek fshpoes III hand
determination in their minds. The boy, whose wretch
edness taught him cunning, enJoned shence-ior the
sake Of the trout and thus having escaped the necessity
of conyersng with his crew. amiable, dropped his
oars. selected flies, and baited hooks. whats that
Won re puttng on my hOOki" inquired Mrs. Hominy,
craciousIy "Worms," responded the boy with snn
OF contempt. Mrs. HOminy gave gasp. "Why they
wiggel They re alive 90 and thereafter sat SPECIFICS
with horror for the space Of two minutes The boat
drifted slowly; "mushrat" bounced into the water
with sudden splash; pretty, sOftly-sung tune wan
dered down from a distant farmhouse an occasional
frog kro-aked as in the days Of Aristophanesi
and through the swamp came whfs Of faint
sweepess from the wild roses The Boy fshed solemnly
Mrs Hominy gngery, the Scribbler with energy Pres
emily Mrs Hominy testifedan agitated delight and re-
quested the crew look upon her with reverence for she