The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1877-1885, 1883-07-11
For the f. & M.-Household.
Concluded from last Week.

Our Household is fairly blooming
into a garden of delights, where my
choice of writers is getting bewildered
wandering from the divine affiatus. to
where commonplace blooms in i
corner | catch the sheen of wit. the
merry hue of humours, some modest
little greeting, with just a scrap of house
hold wisdom; as if some one of pri-
vate household had flashed in. Just to
announce the blooming of a favorite
rose tree, or the successful browning OF
birthday cake. The earth does not
bear on her bosom poorer critic than
am for | attn blind to the faults or de-
tisiencies of a friend, and instead of adj
miring the wisdom Of treating a friend
as if he might sometime become an
enemy. / think the better part to act
rs though he might sometime become a
friend. and SO | scarcely presume &c
think aloud of what pleases my literary
taste, but this | do know, that Southern
ladies always shine in purity and true
refinement, and ''woe worth the day
they shine in any other light, lacking
these.
Grandma. | grieve to tell you that a
weazle came one night last week and
killed round dozen of my pretty little
chickens, and one of my most hens. III
fhct fact the one which always took
the most judicious care of her babies
Next day we had royal weazle
hunt. succeeded in unearthing the
wretch. and despatched him with
zeal. | was sin at the DEATH" and en-
loved his game fight" Wicked. was
it not? but every one knows Helen is
wicked. She had the grace however
to reflect on her intensely human weak
ness. Power. never knows where tC
stop. else would it not so often fall its
lever, fear, wisely used would keep il
in place but on it presses. regardless
OF the most humble petition, the most
ahjrct submission, till ii puts on the last
screw. and then is verified the old adage
that "a worm trodden under foot vii
turn on you"
Old Maid. | think | will have TO sup
press your birthdays my dear. else vii
YOU very soon leave me no other labor
Of love, my daughter, than to commend
her.
Charleston. / would most willingly
disenchant you, for the pleasure Of graf
ifying your wish. Helen would sure bt
soulless, if beside you she could be con
scious of self
Dixie, dear, there are little diamond
deeds of kindness, for which thanks ar.
nothing but leaves and some o
yours will lack their just reward il they
make me not wiser and better.
Queen B, ah; | mean l.. b.. speal
my little songstress, speak of often
you are so truly true, if you should say
! was an angel. fear | would don my
spectacles. and search the Highland,
for my wings, thinking must have los
them.
Phocion. your wei. expressed admira
ration for the bonnie ''hill country
warmed my heart. The fiat world seems
ever to me vast manufacturing district
| lacking the element of repose, anC
where that Is wanting, 1 tire at the
bare thought of it. A picture of the
| human form, or a figure in which
the muscles appear taxed, is never
pleasant to the eyes long at time. and
even the great restless ocean, coulC
never fill my mountain heart. When
was child. and had some tears t
spare for imaginary woes, (alas and alas,
although used to give the depth of my
heart in sighs, to ''Flora MacIvor's'