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And I dream, amid the dew-bathed flowers,
I greet with a glad heart the fragrance and joy
spring; And the incense ye scatter, your bloom and your
smiles, About my heart throbs of wild flower love bring. But though rich is the fragrance ye wantonly wave,
Though dear to mine eye are your petals of blue, The friend-love that sent me a greeting so prized
Transcends all your fragrance and fairness of hue! Ye bid me remember the moss-bank and dell, Where spring breezes wanton among the young
flowersWhere the wild bird his glad song is carolling free, Amid young spring-buds that will form summer
bowers. Ye bid me rejoice that the sunshiny time,
The voice of the lark, and the hum of the bee, The soft breeze, the blue sky, the white-breasted
cloud, Are coming to gladden all nature and me.
ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD.
BY ROBERT H. BROWN, ESQ.
The countenance that seemeth bland
May hide a treacherous heart withal; The palm that friendly clasps thy hand
May be the first to hail thy fall. The speech that is with flattery warm,
May be impelled by feelings cold; Beware the world's alluring charm,
For all that glitters is not gold !
There are many gems of glittering earth
We stop to pick upon our way, That prove, when tried, but little worth ;
And friends are oft as false as they. "Twere best, ere we our trust confide,
The gold to take from out the dross : For friends, like metal, should be tried,
To estimate our gain or loss!
But the soft eye that sought ye in wild mossy nooks, The dear hand that culled ye, the kind heart that
sent Ye forth on your message of friendship and truth, What a halo have these to your modest forms
lent! Oh violets, I prize ye whenever ye come, In whatever wild spot your sweet blossoms ap
pear; But fraught as ye now are with friendship to me, Your sweet-scented petals are far, far more dear!
ALFRED LEAR HUXFORD.
TIMOTHY PETTIGREW'S WIFE'S HUSBAND.
(An American Sketch.)
BY MISS LESLIE.
It was twelve o'clock at noon, and the family After the man came horse the third, with a of Hilary Corndatter (a substantial farmer in big boy, who carried a small girl before hiin, one of the middle states) were seated round the and a large one behind him; the foremost girl dinner-table, and partaking of such fare as was holding on by the horse's tangled mane, the customary in farm-houses thirty or forty years hindmost by the boy's jacket, thereby pulling it ago. In those days no country people were nearly off his shoulders; the spare hand of the dyspeptic; and men, women, and children could boy shouldering an old gun, the tall girl coneat pie upon pudding, and pudding upon pie. veying a long broom, and the little one a patched In the present instance the first course was a calibash. The rear was brought up by what at
bag-pudding," with abundance of cream-dip, first seeined a sumpter horse, that appeared to to be followed by a vast pot-pie, piling a vast be following of his own accord, and who was dish with plenty of soft crust and hard crust nearly hidden by beds and bedding tied up in well steeped in thick gravy. The last course was old coverlets, and diversified by all manner of a great peach pie. Massy slices of the pudding things stuck in here and there, and which it had just been helped round, when the attention must have required some ingenuity to tie on of the eaters was diverted by an unusual tramp and about, and to stuff down here and stand up of horses, and Gideon and Martin Corndaffer there. But on a nearer view, a little boy might (two tall young men, commonly called “the be discerned in the midst. The four steeds boys”) ran to the porch-door to ascertain what seemed paragons of meekness, all looking as if was going by. Their laughing exclamation of long since resigned to their condition, and the
Look! look-come and look at the moving !” expression of their countenances having a great brought out immediately all the rest of the resemblance to that of their master. family, including Betsey Buffum, the spinning- tume of the whole family was shabby, ill-assorted, girl.
and inconvenient. Passing slowly along the road, they beheld There was something so grotesque in this the strangest cavalcade that had ever greeted strange procession,* that the Corndaffers found their eyes. On horse the first rode a woınan in it difficult to keep their countenances “ within a dingy calico gown and a battered black bonnet, the limits of becoming mirth.” The equestrians carrying upright before her a small circular tea- perceived this as they rode along. The woman table, turned up perpendicularly, and screening raised her head sternly and proudly; the man her face like a great heavy sun-shade. At the bent his still lower. The tall girl looked straight pommel of her saddle hung by a loop an ancient forward; and the big boy shouted—“Hurrah band-box, tied round with a long strip of red for all of us!” flannel, that scarcely kept it from falling to A turn in the road soon carried the strangers pieces. It went bumping against the shoulder out of sight, and the Corndaffers all went back of the horse in a manner that could not be to their dinners; the men laughing, and the agreeable to him, notwithstanding that he looked
women ejaculating, “Well, if ever!"-"Well, I like an animal accustomed to all the rubs of never !” life, except those of rubbing down. And the
"A goodly company,” said Martin Cornpommel carried double, sustaining, in addition | daffer, who had read some books; though in to the band-box, a large bundle tied up in a those days books were scarce among country checked handkerchief. Attached to the crupper people. hung a tin coffee-pot, balanced on the other side "A handsome moving, an't it, Margy?” said by a pair of tall iron candlesticks tied together the farmer to his wife. Carrying their goods by a strip of rag.
in such an unchristian way, all upon horses, and Horse the second was occupied by a thin, never a cart or waggon.” stoop-shouldered, yellow-faced man, carrying “Poor things !" said Margy. crossways before him a cradle, beneath which had asked them to stop and get some dinner. was folded an old quilt. Within the cradle was Victuals never comes amiss to travellers." tied a baby, its head jogging from side to side; “I don't know,” replied her husband. “ Do but happily it had jogged itself to sleep. In his you remember the two English beggars that hand the man carried a frying-pan, and a grid- you called in last summer? One despised Iniron dangled from his saddle. High behind | dian pudding, and the other would not touch him, and close at his back, so as to bend him pumkin-pie ; and both of them laughed at uncomfortably forward, rose a mysterious pile hominy." of strangely irregular form, its contents concealed beneath a blanket.
* The writer has witnessed one exactly similar.
"I wish we
“ Well, well,” resumed the good Margy, Now, what I say is this," observed the "these an’t English. They belong to our own farmer; “I doubt they're an idle, worthless people; but where they come from it's hard to pack, and ought not to be encouraged. If such guess."
people were not always better treated than they " I've a notion,” said Gideon Corndaffer, deserve, there would not be so many of them; they're the people that have taken Stony for they'd have to turn to and help themselves Lonesome. If so, I heard of them yesterday at as their betters are obliged to do. Now, take John Downer's mill. A man who came to look notice all of you, I insist on it, that nothing at the new wheel was telling about them; and shall be done for these Pettigrews.” this is the account he gives : “ One time or " After to-day,” said his wife, entreatingly; another, they have lived in every county of the “after to-day, Hilary. You know dinner is state, and next move they'll have to progress always welcome to folks that are moving." out of it, for they're pretty near the border
" I don't know," replied her husband, now." "Did you learn their name?” inquired the we've always lived in being my father's before
having never moved inyself--this home that farmer.
However, the dinner business' is no con“ He that an't the head of the family,” replied Gideon, “ is known in all their neighbour-where's the use of asking me? Come, boys,
cern of mine. If you want to send them any, hoods as Timothy Pettigrew's wife's husband.”
come; it's time to go to work again.” “That's enough,” said Martin. “ It gives at once his character in all its double-distilled hen-who, after reaching the door, turned back and
The boys departed, followed by their father, peckery."
“ It's plain to be seen they're a queer family,” said to his wife, “ Margy, you may as well send said Hilary Corndaffer, “And what do they
them enough for their suppers too, only don't do?”
trouble me about it. And it may be right to "Nothing."
see if they've candles to put in their old candle“ And why?”
sticks, or wood to make a fire." “The man can do nothing because he is a
“ To be sure they have rot,” replied Margy. poor creature; and the wife will do nothing be- “ Then send them some; only don't ask me cause she comes of a great family. One of her which pile the wood's to be taken from. They grandfathers was a squire, and the other an may as well have some that's dry enough to assembly man. There was nothing grand about kindle quick; but I've other things to think of Timothy Pettigrew, but she married him for his than house trifles. And,” again turning back, beauty—he is said to have had some once. He you may send Nace, as soon as he has done did not make his fortune by marrying, for his his dinner, with the wheelbarrow to take the wife brought him nothing but the glory of her victuals and the wood, and whatever else they grandfathers; her own father being a worthless, don't deserve, down to Stony Lonesome.” broken down scamp. Timothy has tried to get
When the men
were gone, and the table along in various ways, but never could manage cleared, Mrs. Corndaffer began preparing to fill it. And they have now taken to depending on a large basket for the benefit of the strangers, luck, comforting themselves with the notion that when a man came in at the gate, and ascending the world is always moving on, and that nobody the porch walked straight into the front room, sticks by the way.”
gave her a short nod, and seating himself in a “Yet it takes hard shoving to get some people rocking-chair, spoke, and said, along," observed Corndaffer.
neighbour ?" “ Timothy owned a bit of a farm once," pur- " As well as common," was her reply; and sued Gideon,“ away on the other side of the she recognized him as the father of the nomade state; but it was sold by the sheriff'; and ever family. since they have been nothing but renters, only After he had sat a long time in silence (a they never pay their rent. Still, nobody dis- practice which was not the least new to Mrs. tresses them for it, as they never have anything Corndaffer, as it prevailed among most of her worth seizing. Latterly, each of the children neighbours when they volunteered a visit), she has had a legacy of an old horse left them by commenced conversation by inquiring if he had an uncle that kept a tavern and owned stages. come to live at Stony Lonesome? Having worn out their last neighbourhood, To this he replied in the affirmative. they've come now to live in ours. The man and “And what business are you going to carry his wife were in these parts reconnoitring about on there?” was her next question. a week ago, and so they took the old red house “ I think of doing a little at farming." down at Stony Lonesome, that has had nobody “ The place an't much of a farm.” living in it these three years, and is to be pulled “ Then inaybe I may try my hand at somedown and built upon when young Ira Green thing else.” comes of age; and, he says, till then they may “ If you'll take and do any job that offers, live in it for nothing."
you may get along middling well,” observed “So we shall truly have them for neigh- Mrs. Corndaffer. bours,” said Margy Corndaffer. “Well, it's Well, we'll see how it will be. As wife says, very good of young Ira. But who can be hard there's never no danger of our sticking by the with such poor do-less creatures ?”
way. She wants to be neighbourly, so she sent
How are you,
me up here to borrow some meal to make , mumma herself is coming, and will be here griddle-cakes."
right away." “ She can have some," answered Margy.
Margy,” said Betsy Buffum, the spinning“It's likely she'd prefer wheatmeal to Indian,” girl, “just step here a bit and look at this yarn. pursued Timothy. “ Have you got any ?”
Maybe it a’nt quite fine enough.". “Do we look as if we had no wheat ?" said and going close to Betsey at the farthest ex
Mrs. Corndaffer complied understandingly; Mrs. Corndaffer.
tremity of the room, the latter said to her in a " I suppose you can spare some butter for the low voice, “ For goodness gracious, Margy! griddle-cakes?” continued Timothy,
put a stop to all this. In all my born days, I “ I can.”
never saw the like of this impudence. The more “ Cheese would give a relish. A good sized you give them the more they'll want, for ever chunk of cheese."
and ever. Pieasant neighbours you'll find them! “ You can have some.”
If you begin by encouraging them this way, Presently came in, very unceremoniously, a mark my words, you'll rue the hour they ever boy, who seemed about nine or ten years old. came to-Stony Lonesome.”
Pappy,” said he, walking up to the man “ Come, come, Betsey," replied Mrs. CornTimothy,“ mumma sent me to put you in mind daffer, “don't be too hard upon the poor creato ax the woman to lend us some bacon to fry. tures. We can spare them a little and not miss
“You haven't got no bacon, have you?” said it. And there must be many wants in a family Timothy to Margy.
at moving time." “I should be sorry if we had not,” said Mrs. “Well,” resumed Betsey, “one comfort is, Corndaffer.
that froin the character Gideon heard of them, “ Pappy," resumed the boy, "tell her fried they're always a moving, so there is the more bacon an't nothing without eggs."
chance of their soon moving off again, away “ You can't spare us no eggs?" inquired from these parts.” Timothy.
“ Here comes mumma,” said the girl. “I don't think I can. We an't very plenty of And Mrs. Corndaffer, turning round, saw eggs just now.”
the tall, bony figure and sharp features of Mrs. “ Just to borrow for a day or two,” said the Pettigrew, whose first act was to jerk up the
unfortunate Timothy (who looked as if he should The boy grinned at the word “borrow."
sink upon the floor from her grasp), and assail Next came walking in the youngest girl, who, him with, “So here I find you, sitting as if pulling the boy by the jacket, said
your feet had took root in the floor, and never “Jem, mumma sent me after you to bid you coming home with nothing. And I sending ax the woman for a making of tea or two. She child after child to hurry you. I'll break you of says she can never eat her dinner without a dish staying of errands, that I will. And learning of tea along with it."
the children to do the same, too. Thank heaven! “She's had to many a time,” grinned the none of them takes after me or iny side of the boy.
house. They're all Pettigrews, every one of ** And she wants to borrow some sugar, too, them. Not a bit of the Loudenslager about and some cream for her tea,” pursued the girl. them. But it serves me right for bemeaning “ She likes her cream rich.”
myself to a Pettigrew, when I was Miss Hulda “ Well, if ever!” exclaimed, from the other Loudenslager." end of the room, the spinning-girl, who was a Then seating herself in the chair from which privileged person. “ This beats all the bor- she had ejected her husband (who had retreated rowing I ever heard of.”
behind her, and stood looking at his feet), Mrs. “ Hush, Betsey, hush!” said Mrs. Corndaffer, Pettigrew reached over to a palm-leaf fan which making a sign of silence. Then turning to the hung on the wall near a window, and taking it Pettigrews, the good dame of the farmstead down, commenced using it violently, and rocking proceeded, “Well, I had thought, of my own her chair with all her might. The children reaccord, to send you some victuals and other tired to a corner. things for your first day, before you have time "Pray sit down, neighbour Corndaffer,” said to get settled and comfortable.”
Mrs. Pettigrew, graciously, to her hostess. ** We're never settled,” replied Timothy Pet- "There an't no need of your standing. I an't tigrew; and we're never comfortable as I on no ceremony." know of. But what are them other things you Mrs. Corndaffer coloured and bit her lip, and talk of sending ?”
plumped directly into a chair. Betsey Buffum Oh, some fire-wood and candles, and such spun furiously and broke her yarn. like; beside the basket of victuals. Indeed, “Neighbour Corndaffer,” pursued Mrs. PetI've thought of a whole wheelbarrow load.” tigrew, just give Timothy and the children the
“ Pile it high,” said the boy. “ But,” turning things they've borrowed, and let them get off to his little sister, he inquired, “Sall
, where's home; I mean to stay and rest myself awhile. Poll? I thought she was coming herself to ax I’spose it will be agreeable?” the woman for pickles. She can't eat no meal It an't,” murmured Betsey Buffum at the without them.”
end of the room. “Polly has to stay and mind the babys for “They need not wait,” replied Mrs. Corn. daffer. “I am going to pack a basket with him more than three-quarters of an hour "helpthings that you are likely to want on this your ing them fix." first day at your new home; and I shall send it When the farmer and his son came in to on a wheelbarrow by Nace, our black boy.” supper, Mrs. Corndaffer amused them with an
“Oh! if you've a black boy, we should like account of the visit of the Pettigrews; and the to borrow him to help us to fix up, and get our whole family resolved (strongly backed by Betsey house in order."
Buffum) that they would not encourage their “Now, Margy! Margy!” exclaimed Betsey new neighbours in depending too much on borBuffum, raising her hand deprecatingly; "you rowing, and too little on work. know your husband said at dinner that Nace They had just taken their seats at the table, was to take Sorrel to be shoed at the black when Mrs. Pettigrew unexpectedly walked in, smith's this very afternoon."
and familiarly taking off her bonnet and drawing “I am afraid I cannot spare the boy any a chair, placed herself among them, saying, longer than to wheel the barrow to Stony Lone- “ Well, Margy, you see I'm determined to be some," said Mrs. Corndaffer. “But I'll go at neighbourly. Everything is so at sixes and once and put the things into the basket.” sevens in our own house, that I thought I'd
And she rose, and was leaving the room, come up here and take tea with you. I like a when Mrs. Pettigrew rose also, saying, “ Come, comfortable tea. It's what the Loudenslagers Margy, I'll go with you and see you pack the were always used to, and the Shackletons also. basket, and tell you wbat to put into it. I shall My mother was a Shackleton. It must seem have to borrow a good deal to-day. You, strange to you all that I should have stooped to Timothy, clear off, and go home with you, and a Pettigrew. But, when young, Timothy was take care of the baby, that Polly may get at as pretty a young man as ever you laid your something else. Children, you may stay till I eyes on, and as mild as a lamb. But 'tis a fact go. Maybe you'll have something to carry. (though I did not believe it then), that lambs While you're waiting, you may as well go in the always turn into sheep." garden and eat some currants. I'll call you in “ We have noticed that in farming,” said her when I want you."
host, drily. She then went after Mrs. Corndaffer into the At length Hulda Pettigrew got through her kitchen. The children scampered away into supper, and rose to depart, borrowing as many the garden; and their father (always hard to things as she could conveniently put into her move) still lingered in the room, till Betsey pockets. She then looked round, and said, Buffum called out to him from her wheel, You an't got such a thing as somebody to see
You, Timothy, clear off with you! Go home me home, have you ?” and mind the baby.”
“ I expect we have,” answered Mrs. CornTimothy Pettigrew always tried to be a bold daffer, glancing at her sons; but they sat in man when not in presence of his wife; but silence and did not move. Betsey Buffum's imitation of her tone was so “There's Nace,” said Betsey Buffum. “I good, that he sneaked away as if it was really suppose he'll do ?” the voice of Hulda Loudenslager.
"I an't used to be squired by black boys,” " It will be so late before we get a fire made replied Mrs. Pettigrewv, tossing her head. and everything cooked,” said Mrs. Pettigrew to • Are my sons going to sit still and let their Mrs. Corndaffer; "that we may as well keep father walk' home with a neighbour?” said the the raw things for supper, and borrow some farmer, in a low voice, to the young men; who, ready cooked victuals for our dinners."
ashamed of the reproof, jumped up instantly “I have been thinking of that,” said the good and took their hats, while Betsey Buffum exMrs. Corndaffer.
claimed, “ Well, if I ever! Both boys going !" To be brief, the basket was well stored with Just then the meek form of Timothy Pettigrew eatables, both raw and cooked, not forgetting appeared within the door; and the boys laid the pickles for Polly.
aside their hats, looking much relieved. " If there an't Timothy, who's not gone yet, And, pray, what brings you here?” asked and sauntering about at the end of the lane!" the wife of Timothy. exclaimed his wife looking out at the kitchen "I thought maybe wifey would like to come window. “I'll make him carry that basket, and home,” was the trembling reply. then the barrow will hold the more wood and “ And what put that thought into your wise other things. And as the children need not go head ?” empty handed, I may as well borrow a jug of "Nothing; only the baby's a crying." molasses, and a jug of vinegar,"
“ Well! is that anything new? Go back, and Then, seeing her son James in the garden, tell them I'm coming presently.” she sent him after his father to bring him back Boys, you'd better get your hats again,” to carry the basket.
said Betsey. At last all was ready for Stony Lonesome. Mrs. Corndaffer now interfered. “If the The father departed with the basket, the chil- baby's crying, poor thing," said she to Mrs. dren with the jugs, and Nace wheeled along the Pettigrew, "I think you had better go now, at barrow load of wood, having had strict injunc-once, without waiting another minute; above tions from his mistress to return immediately to all, as your husband's here just in the nick of take Sorrel to be shoed. So they did not detain time to take charge of you."