The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1877-1885, 1883-10-17
For the n. 4 M.-Househc
Concluded from last ,ceek.

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For our Lady of the Lake" we had
the lassie May whs though she has
but come over the border" into her
teens. can manage boat like Ellen
hei self. or like she NAV some day man
age a husband at least hope sol. For
the cliffs a very gaZelle ia shea step
more light, foot more true, near from
the heath flower dashed the dew. =
and withal sparkling little companion,
who my put YOUR classes for an an
swer 10 her bright intelligence. 1t
would require too much space to des-
scribe our varied pleasures in that week 5
will wood rusticatlOn. The long Au-
gust days were not long enough to COM
pass our delights, Notwithstanding We
looked to a merry evening round the
camp fire; usually finished by torch
light procession to the top of the cliff to
watch the train sweep round not dis
tant curve on the Western y. C.. with
it's headlight cleaning in the darkness.
like corOnet with star bespangled
train. We learned that trick of climbing
the cliff to see the cars pass. from his
dOgship. Mr.. Dot, young pointer that
used to scamper up the cliff in great
haste at the sound of the whistle, and
gaze with all his Intelligent eyes. We
had four other boys besides the dog.
Master Sid was our mascotte. Who
ever wanted fish for dinner engaged him
for a companion. Master Otis, our
musician, who ''came to grief in the
pond. with his good clothes on; Mas
ter Ralph who did every thing he was
told. and good deal he was II; Mas
ter Henry-to catch minnows, ,and some
thing besides for rocking the boat. Then
a dwarf henchman, George. to keep out
of the way when wanted, which task he
performed, without a hlunder. The last
evening. we spent in boat. floating
down the Catawba. ostensibly fishing
for any demeRted fish inclined for late
supper. but in reality, for the enjoy
ment Of the river breeze, the music of
the waters. and beauty of the summer
night. Then last, the sleep, after hav-
ing prolonged every other enjoyment
into the '.small hours" of the "stlliy
night In my ranbles l lost sight of
the dear Household, for gOodly por-
ton of my mail was lost; but | caught
on the wing the promise of n. l.. H. to
write Iae. l already owe to the magic
OF your pen, dear madam, something
more lasting and true, than passing
pleasure. Then let me be still more deep
ly indebted.
Sensitive Plant, have been waiting.
and watching for you at the door of our
Household. Thrice I welcome you,
twice for your ainsel my dear, and again
for your cha, ming letter,
veritas, have long meditated a
friendly passage at arms with you, for
impeaching the good taste that pro-
nounced your letters agreeable and enter
tanning. For me they hold an addition
al charm for the sake of the ''Green
Isle.''
L. b. am coming at your call; wiz
card that you are with your sheets wand.
Words are on my tongue for Charleston
and others, if only the shiels would not
fill so fast, and fill me with compassion
for
Mr.. Editor whom am not going to
slight any longer in my capacity as men,
tor. However; this is rather warn
ing. You will please not lend your ear
too contidingly to any foreign negotia-
tons matrimonial; we restrict your choice
to the Old North State whose daughters
are so deeply indebted to you.
HELEN MACGREGOR.