Litchfield enquirer., 1875-05-20
Eaper's new Monthly Magazine EMBARRASSMENT.

ENFRACHlSEMEN
 The Rev. Boswell Holland sat alone in lMs- stndy. ase=s zd as3 gxslsAs sIe . zsiSasl It was drawing toward noon of one oi those exceptionally rare and exquisiteiy beautiful June days when the full perfect ed loveliness of summer seems combined with the shy, fresh. delicate heauty of the spring, and earth and sky. tree, leaf, and flower, looked as if just newly created foi a world where winter, sorrow, decay, aud death were to be words of all unknown tongue.
 The calm Sabbath stiffness which brood 1 ed in the summer air was broken only by the low drowsy murmur of the bees or the ] rejoicing carol of the birds, and the soft ened breeze swept over the varied and | beautiful landscape with just force enough | to bring out the sweetly mingled perfume l of uncounted and intended blossoms, but too lovingly to rife them of single tint. ed petal. It was such day as the old English poet would have chosen for. ''The bridal of the earth and sky,''
 and the fair and fower-crowned earth looked worthy of such high espousals.
 It has been stated that the reverend gentleman sat aloEe in his study, and ii may be added that his parish was in one of the most picturesque portions of one ot the loyeliest of the New England States. Now can you. my reader-I should say ''fair and gentle reader" only l am unwil- ling to stoop to bribery, even for your good opinion-can you call up to mind a distinct picture of this rural parsonage Just try. Can you see, ''in your mind s eye, Horatio," the old-fashioned. low. rambling building, winning from its very irregularity, with its wide-spreading and overhanging caves, where the murmuring pigeons and the twittering swallows have 1t all their own way-a building whose time-out-of-mind unpainted surface has gradually taken on that soft purplish gray that perfect neutral tint, that delicate In dian-ink shading, which Natures own ar- tistic taste supplies;when she is left to her own resources, and which contrasts so faultlessly with the clear blue sky above and the deep greenery around and over hanging it?
 Can you see the wide, low windows, shaded by vines, the ever hospitably open door, where the blushing June roses. kept fresh by sparkling dew from fainting with their own sweetness, cluster lovingly round the broad, low stone steps?
 You see 1t distinctly. do you? Ay. and it is pretty picture, but. I regret to say, as unlike the reality as a moss-rose bud is unlike sunfower.
 Forgive me; that was a fancy sketch: now take the actual picture.
 A tall. narrow, thin, wooden house, higher than 1t was wide, painfully stiff and angular, painted after the fashion of 8 fresh-cooked egg-1ntensely reddish yell low in the middle, with white garnishings with green blinds and narrow green door. showing from the lowest of its three steep mSble-painted wooden steps up to the top of its very red chimney that it was ''spick and span new;" and so was the taste of its ambitious builder and owner.
 A good and comfortable house, perhaps, to live in, so far as light and warmth and dryness were required, but an exasperat- ing house to all the more refined feelings of human nature-a good, substantial, convenient house; inexpensive, no doubt, to it's builder, but one that made the most exorbitant demands upon mans pa- tience to look upon, and naturally sug gested thoughts of the marvellous wisdom of the arrangement which has put the following too much the devices of our own heaIts" into the Church's confession of hnman sin and weakness.
 
 . But these errors were not to be visited upon Reverend Boswell, though doubt less he might have fallen into the same, or worse, had he had means and opport- unity; but he had not, so he was kept from temptation in that line, being only tenant at will; and doubtless he consider ed himself very fortunate that his lot had fallen in such pleasant places-for con- sideration.
 Our parson-that is, the parson of this stoIy-was quite young man, and had been married and settled in his present home but little more than two years.
 You must understand he was not all eminent city shepherd of the kind whose focks yield golden feeces. Oh, not at all ? but just young, unfedged. country minister, and settled over a small rural congregation. Of course his salary was small, that is, it was small for all he tainly ample for all which he did .for tt; for it is fact,as you may chance to know, that things look very different when viewed from different points of observa- tion; but
 ''Who with another's eyes c an read;"
 And this was a subject upon which the parish committee and the minister, al- though they read from the same books every Sabbath-day, could never manage to read in unison. So, ,as the worldly goods with which his people endowed him did not fully meet his wishes and require ments, he had, of course, to "cut his coat according to his cloth;" and although the ministerial cloth IS always respectable, and to ee held in reverence, still, at the same time. 1t must be acknowledged that in small country parishes 1t is not always broad cloth. And so the young man, not being able to build for himself, he dwelt for the present, as did St. Paul, '.in his Oacn hired house."
 It was something commendable in the neophyte if he in any thing resembled that most learned and argumentative of all that saintly band. Possibly he was like St. Peter too-who knows? Perhaps we shall see, If we wait.
 The room in which he sat, and which, though small, had been dignifed with the name of the study, was the best and pleas antest room in the house, and in it were drawn together all the best that the house aforded-here was the prettiest paper and the best carpet, the only lounge, the cas- fest rocking-chair, the gayest table-cover, the best lamp, and the prettiest orna- ments, all gathered here by his young wife's unselfish devotion, and her hus- bands devoted selfshness.
 She thought nothing was too good for him, and he thought so too. She said the master of the house ought to have the best room Tn it. and he did not contradict her; and besides, she said, so many per sons went into the study, it was more seen than any other part of the house; and in her innocent loving pride the sweet little energetic housekeeper kept it in the neat est and trimmest order. always arranging matters there with her own hands, moving his books and papers with tender care and reverence-albeit the reverend incumbent. truth to say, was not so academically deep Tn his learned studies as to dread the in trusion of broom as spider would, or shudder hydrophobically at the sight oi soap and water, as do many of his gnild. But perhaps it is quite time to make you better acquainted with Mir. Holland; and