New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1889-03-08

one su thev bear not Sbs touch e s waic 10 TIE
ais s dream droggns, INTO ,ad "a comes pedal
50 hsn nnef n csnnot find; ,, e si heed Of tho
flower up By the e p ssDr sso n the sun love
sweet & the rain the wind brings % me stone
ssswasa e tie ass s e. sSs G @srsod wind
bss cn,sd Are rain away and his sunalsc Ina RON
the bach Acrss , q r gr sbs SesDed the ars gu the
air nv a. -" copsc with perfume. ! Eno" ~ there
which the wind has no. some s,6 sa sRas not and i
Ground in the miwhee Of the centuries e and Is
the distant mountain noats Ike gosssngH thosIsand
a,s ss1 a MON yRf passing
head without sound the mm ss Sac laid parallel,
shape coming up rom ne horizon g ana M ssn
Is they approach From morn az niso oysrSsad no
cott, Of the gSna y tSs wSes and rafting e the
Is calm q tho Garth s, pSs e ~ With sScS
poweT GRAY smoke hangs the wasrS v' s
couch heaps are piled cmuS % Sc ,Se osnii troi
sSe esSs he = pot there leaps great rca name S09
shading its head It shines 10 mo DrlSh' suis' -
can see It across the valley ..i., .ta
For unite different kind Of description tne
reader NAV be refcrred to sThe Country Sunday,
from which we extract this curious pio'uho - w
rural Dissenting clergy:
There is no man so Toasted as the chapei Pas NE
His tall and yet rotnd body ana DIS nrT1I man Of
might easily be mistaken "a e ior his n1 ppe and glass
dinss every Sunday aud at least once week oes1fes
81 sd s a s0g !. such S one nn after
black cnant pudding finding there %s and care
aSs s hs fo Son s ps Se hostess q fastened @
spoon but he declined, thinking thss We trts So
best way % gather up the sed NO spoon and
ndecd II we look back the apostles MANAGE wnDs
forks and put their fingers n md o ts pastor nils his
ha M Of spirit s and a but b sndy for your
With Ta, minister + sSs1s' an ANA e
Common than the best French liquor put OS 0ro
him no likes strong, and With u ms iSN ' Two or
Very frequently another minister, sometues W. ~
three come IN at the time and ,aEe kne snule
dinner and aiterward form genial circle VIII sf N
snd nS me si Sots Of brandy soon disappears IN
these family parties there is not the Least o one
Sn anything Of glass and pipe i 8 Rs1'S sS
INNOCENT it 6 not local thing but co eTa tobaoco
and the good things Of dinner and supper ef 'ns
party generally sit out ior zee s nnrev but ell
nonIn soss cbesphy boe for tho good Of the ehure
Never were men Toasted with spch nno % eS< nan
as these pastors and Y pndans rs-1 ct passed bis
pcnIs f so me youthf divine stay wesa e
likes and lick the platter clean ,,,,n IN boUss Il IS I'M
nossSble To- bay visft at any time o. the ySSs s,as
out finding one sS Of ss dso Sab pleasant
sn,ital communion with tho daughters Oh tne
Another striking picture, but too long Tor eta
,,on A. that of the village elder deacon ne woulo
he IN NewEngland, who is the pillar OF the cnapei
and the main support of the minister Inc WAYS
- .ho yillaoe,s their loves and hates, their quar-
re,s and reconciliations, their conservatism,
arcba;sm. ureiudices and small vices, are al eee
down with sure hand. 1t Is fui CANVAS N.
stinct with vitality and colored with the hueS VI
nature.
The very titles of many OF Jeferiess ayS"le
fug Of meaning and suggestiveness Inc
side. . Swallow time,n Among the Nuts "s
In the Wheathildss Just before WINES
1.-THE Makers of Summer An English Deer-
each and all breathe country odors ana spe''S M "
the sights and sounds of field and hedge-row.
last essay--we know not whether u is realy sel-
feries's last writing-redects sonewhae na'A'n,
cholv mood. Il Is entitled s. My Old Village and
n deals with the ESTABLISHMENTS which comes 70
al, who after lapse Of years revisit scenes which
the strong and glowing Imagination Of youth had
jdeatzed. The old village-did it after all ever
exist ont of the fancy Of the poet? We're the days
Of old so pleasant? We're the people OF old so
kindp No. he says, the reverse; thsre was
not n single soul friendly 70 me. Still, that has
nothing TO do with it; never thought about them
and I am quite certain they never thought about
me. They arc all gone. and there is an end
And vet-yas there really any village2 No one
else seems to have seen the sparkle in the brook.
or heard the music at the hatch, or to have feit
back through the centuries; and when Try 10
describe these things to them they look at me-
with stolid incredulity. No one seems To under
stand how got food from the clouds, or what
there was in the night, nor why 1t Is not so good
to look at it out of window. They turn their
faces away from me. so that perhaps after all 1
was mistaken and there never was any such
place. or any such meadows, and was never there
And perhaps in course Of time / shall find out
also, when pass away physically. that as mat
ter OF fact there never was any earth" That u
the end--a vision of worlds not realized" "a kind
of presage Of the mysterious change which for
every mortal is to settle the vexed question be-
tween realism and idealism. It is beautiful
book, we repeat, and with its insight It's rare
sympathy with and knowledge Of nature. It's SIN
guiarly picturesque and vivid description, IL con-
trasts with most of the dollhouse products Of con-
temporary literature as breeze from the hills con-
| trasts with the sliding closeness Of city streets
and alleys.
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