Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . Emm FOR mmu i J^ay, if you conQe to ttjat, sir, have rjofe the -wigest men of all ages, rjofe exceptirjg Solorrjor) bjimgelf,—l^ave ttjey not all had their hobby l^opgeg ;—thjeir running tjorseg, their coing and tl^eir cockle ghjellg, their drums and thjeir tpum« petg, thjeip fiddleg and their pallets, t]r)eip njaggotg ar)d tlgeir butterflies? J< so loijg as a mar) rides t)ig Ijobby Vjorge peaceably ar)d quietly alor)g tl]e kirjgg
Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . Emm FOR mmu i J^ay, if you conQe to ttjat, sir, have rjofe the -wigest men of all ages, rjofe exceptirjg Solorrjor) bjimgelf,—l^ave ttjey not all had their hobby l^opgeg ;—thjeir running tjorseg, their coing and tl^eir cockle ghjellg, their drums and thjeir tpum« petg, thjeip fiddleg and their pallets, t]r)eip njaggotg ar)d tlgeir butterflies? J< so loijg as a mar) rides t)ig Ijobby Vjorge peaceably ar)d quietly alor)g tl]e kirjgg h)igh-way, ar)d neither compelg you r)op nje to get up behind hirr)—pray, sip, -what l]ave eithjep you op I to do with) it ? Laurence Sterne. T^he setting op the pising sun, beir)g mepe njattep, are inthjenjgelves nothir|g, urjlesg they ape clothed in light by thjein^agirjatior), ur)less tl]e east and the west ape poetry. Prof. Wilson. 23. CHAPTER I. IS of no use, little woman, tofight against fate: I must havea farm,—must be a farmer! We—three of us—were cosilyseated in our little room, an-swering the general purpose ofdining-, sitting- and reading-room, in our snug dwelling inthe village of M. The boyswho worked at the printingofiice, and boarded with us, hadfinished their dinner and quietlywithdrawn ; the ladies lingered,chatting, at the table, while thespeaker, reclining at ease upona chintz-covered sofa, nearer thecoal-stove, had been for sometime buried in a volume of essays, and he gave utteranceto the abrupt exclamation which we note above, withoutraising his eyes from the variegated page of ChristopherNorth. But, although he had not looked, he was fully consciousof the sudden birth of roguish and quizzical smiles whichforthwith began wreathing two sweet faces opposite, andwas fully prepared for a question—asked not now for thefirst time by the same gentle voice on similar provocation: What have you foun
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