The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1892-07-24

side of the house, if it be very grand IL.
simmer and shine OF Ornament 80 80
mirror, or the ponderous and pletbo-.aa
furniture, and perhaps the reprovin, a.. :
OF the ancestors frowning down f,,ss
their giIded Enclosure on the vali :,
tending 20 hippancy, take away an inri;n.1
ton 10 informal gaiety. But out of doo-.
in the midst OF the holding violet -
rose swaying on its stalk, the charrn;-..
fiu,ter of the ever moving leaves. an -
ample of action OF responsiveness il SCI =,
al. sides.
The surety with which Enel;shr
speak Of their expectations regardin, ~
growth of what they plant was sometn;r.
! noticed And they are justified. for
long delightful arbor, long enough for -
most timId man 70 begin and finish b;.
declaration of love, looked 10 me as fir vs.
covered with q vine OF many hears grar,S
when il proved TO be but two yea,
old, while the rose that looked into -
window vas of my host. planting. -
Heve. Such enthusiasts Is il makes Of +,
amateur gardeners, these quick return.
for small investments Of seeds or rno,,i
/ even went through the garden. down t.
aroor, along the wall where the peach.
and pear trees were trained as vines in ~.
wake OF the master OF the house Whsn
IN the evening, he suddenly conceived
desire 70 see everything growing: and =.
tried to see the invisible process by the "a
of a little fash lantern | suppose that y.
might count with equal certainty rrc,
our paintings if We had the soft rain to "A
Us every few days, or we might be rnor.
sure II America did not seem TO be in AL
vance of other countries in the numb,
and variety and ferocity Of its winras
creeping and crawling chronological suec.
mems.
What was 10 be great Sunday" cana
next morning as perfect a conception ~
an English summer day as il was nossibIs
10 imagine. / thought Of Hawthorn.
waking 20 such day and saying that s.bs
did not like the climate of England. hu,
he adored the weather"
The coachman was allowed TO spend hi,
morning as be chose, and we walked "a
church. The air was SO clear that from
my little eminence We could see about ~
for miles. There was everything In the
landscape that We who have dotted On
English novels and their description.
could have demanded. There was the
wooded copse, the vale, the placid strean
which wound like the silver ribbon !,
which so many novelists have COMPARED
il, through q valley green as no other
border OF q brook ever is. All the field,
seemed m miniature to me. 1t was kin.
dergarten farming. and up rose that ever.
present spirit of comparison. / saw in
retrospect Our horses and a plow and 4
farmer starting in the morning in ons
furrOw, the termination OF which he eY.
pected TO reach at shutdown, and later in
the year | saw the waving lines of grain
from that pianthg. stretching over the
largest wheat field in the world But
did not fetch up our territories TO disturb
the amour proprs of my friend nor did
say that all En- gland might be taken IN
like tired child and laid in the mids. q
one of our Western states, and there still
would De enough margin to lap about be.
and fold her IN as a nurse would cover IN
her charge. But when shall we ever have
such hedges, green and thick, sometimes
white with hawthorn blossoms, and aliys
with rwitter of birds? l heard
the thrush and the nightingale tho
night before and my hostess asked
think me rather grasping because | asked
for lark also. But the feding that was
hourly experiencing all the beautiful de.
tails of an English romano made me al.
mos. demand everything st once. and
who strolls through acountrylane in Eng.
land without Quickening the ear to hear
that bird that wings and sings" at the
same time that he scars out of sfght, All
the time felt myself not only acharacter
one by one. but believed that I must Be-
a woman In an old English ennavine
There are few artists, except when Their
devote themselves to still life, who % not
Introduce woman's figure somewh9s in
the scene. And | felt myself dwinaing
into faint and tiny outline, but str
feature of that varied prospect. I vel:
through stiles Just as she would do had
been possible for the painter 10 let her Z,
on. l walked through 3 bit of woods ami
came to another stlle and crossed still an.
other field and went down q lane, and
finally into q meadow, where many paths
conferred at the most picturesque of Eas.
lish churches. | continued with showing
more swiftly treading steps TO trace my
way between the lichen-covered tombs
| felt myself. The notes of the bell. still
sweet after its generation of ringing. fell
on my ear as they did on hers whose steps
| seemed 10 be taking. The groups of my
lords tenantry came across the rsdiating
walks and gathered among the marble
tablets that marked the sepulchers Of
their dead, but talked of the doings Of
their own simple exist ices, reproducing
as they do with VOL srful fidelity, the
lives OF those that had gone before. There
was something reposeful in the thought
they were willing 70 continue on in TIE
heather paths OF their ancestors. All our
restless nation Is forever looking forward
TO changes. Everyone here is improving
on their grandfather. Ambition, which is
such splendid trait taken III moderation,
becomes so tiresone when no one is will
ing TO keep TO one single simple custom Of
their forefathers.
ELIZABETH B. CUsrER