The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1872-05-28
For the REPuBLIcAw.
GLEN-WOLD,
A Fancy Sketch Of the AIIeehenies
BY 8. NJ. F. J.

far into cloud.realms, nestled-as a
young bird beneath the parent wing,
beautiful en-Wold; clad in a soft
velvety mantle, fecked with tints of
many-hued flowers; watered by abun-
dant dews, winding streams, and cool
flowing springs, issuing from moss-em-
belished rocky fountains.
Young spring breathed here her
most delicious perfumes, with rosy
fingers wove fresh fragrant garlands Of
violets and daises, fringy moses and
scarlet tea-berries intertwined with
wavy tresses of golden sunshine !;
awakened the sleeping echoes with
mellitluous bird-notes, and lifted up
human hearts in alteration to the
great Author of all good. But her
gladdening, hallowing influence had
scarce been felt, when, like q startled
fawn upleaping, she fed at the sudden
approach of summer. Not the sultry,
stormy son of southern climes, but ar
rayed in milder form, like coquettish
maiaden, dispensing charms and graces
with her advance, delightful gales and
refreshing showers her rattendants, along
her pathway springing up in loveliest
profusion variety of wild flowers
sweet-scented, blushing shrub honey
suckle shading dark waken-like leaves
of pipsissiwa, the matchless rhododen-
dron pearl colored, and rose-tinted,
like a delicate sea shell, and the am
bilious columbine, golden. rod, white
and purple asters, Indian pipe of peace
and life-everlasting. OF what an
abode Of beauty and loveliness was
fair, favored Glen Wold. Cool,
shadowy, remote Away from the
busy world-the crowded, active dus-
ty city; away from fashion and frivol-
ity where society is bore, and true
hearts are slumbering, out into the
broad wholesome arena of nature,
where are no communicating influences,
but the heart meets only truth, ac-
kn0wledges only truth, walks hand in
hand alone with truth. Many the SOL
itary rambles through the "pathless
woods" l enjoyed-climbing the rug
ged hills, peering into distant vallies
and those quiet moments of reflection,
when l culled beautiful and rare gems
of thought, and heart and mind we're
awakened to holier and happier i'm
pressions. 1t was during one of these
same rambles that l was led by some
magic into this fairy glen. Having
assembled neighboring hill in quest Of
moses and fungi with which to COM
plete novel hanging-basket in pro-
cess Of making, presently found my
way along an obscure path down the
opposite side. A pretty, brown cottage
looked out lovingly from among en-
towering vines, and through small
grove of stately chestnut trees sur
rounding it and forming luxuriant
shade. Within a red and white clo-
VERIFIED cattle were grazing-cows i'm
patient TO be milked-and sheep. Was
it distance" lent enchantmentf Ger
tainly, as | stood gazing on the scene
this little valley home with its humble
surroundings was to my fancy more
picturesque than anything 1 had ever
before beheld; and wandered on. my
brain teeming with all sorts of pretty
imaginings until, scarce aware of the
fact, was knocking at the front en-
trance. A pretty rustic blonde opened
the door and invited me into a perfect
byOu of country parlor. There was
evidence of the most rigid neatness
combined with cultivated taste and
true refinement. The girl having ex-
cuse1 herself from the room for a mo-
ment, was afforded an opportunity
for observing more particularly my
surroundings. You may have imagin-
ed just such an interior. 1t recalled
Goldsmith's description,
"The white-washed walls, the nicely
sanded floor,
The vanished clock that clicked behind
the door,
The snowy curtains we're parted and
gracefully tied back with pieces of
blue ribbon, small neat landscape pic
lures were arranged in groups against
the walls and tastefully twined with
pretty vines; an unvarnished shelf
suspended by scarlet cord, held a
few unpretending volumes, and terra
Gotta vase in the form of an urn, con-
tanning fresh wild flowers; large
maltese cat reclined upon an orange
and crimson home.woven mat, and
looked up wist-fully at a pretty, stuffed
rice bird perched upon a cornucopia
filled with dried grasses. l had just
began revolving in my mind some
excuse for my apparent intrusion when
the daughter reentered introducing her
mother, Mrs. Goodheart. You discov-
ed the name at once in the face. If
ever indeed l received hospitable
welcome, it was when her smile and
pleasant good afternoon" greeted me.
"You are from Philadelphia, know"
she presently said, and when / inform
ed her that was a Southerner you
should have seen how her generous
countenance lighted up. "Well" she
said, 81 knew you were not native of
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