A souvenir of the village of Meadowvale-on-the-Credit, described and illustrated by HSpiers. . THE BROWN HOMESTEAD SOUVENIR OF MEADOWVALE, 1904. Village Life an Emblem ofRest. The charms of village life are justas apparent and real, as they wereat the time Goldsmith wrote hisDeserted Village, or Longfellow theVillage blacksmith. The very factthat such eminent writers as thesetwo alone, and there 5are manyothers, caught such inspiration in having spent their daystherein, where they were not hamp-ered by busy streets or fenced inlots, still through preference orambition, have sought the
A souvenir of the village of Meadowvale-on-the-Credit, described and illustrated by HSpiers. . THE BROWN HOMESTEAD SOUVENIR OF MEADOWVALE, 1904. Village Life an Emblem ofRest. The charms of village life are justas apparent and real, as they wereat the time Goldsmith wrote hisDeserted Village, or Longfellow theVillage blacksmith. The very factthat such eminent writers as thesetwo alone, and there 5are manyothers, caught such inspiration in having spent their daystherein, where they were not hamp-ered by busy streets or fenced inlots, still through preference orambition, have sought the busy townor drank in the throbbing life of thecity, or even travelled far afield, areglad of every chance to seek thevillage home for peace or rest andrejoice to find the same old spotsand well known works intact. Itbrings back to memory their boy- I long for shadowy founts, Where the birds chirp and twitter at noon from every tree ;I long for blossomed leaves and lowing herds, And natures voices say in mystic words,The green fields wait for RESIDENCE OF A. S. LAMB. rural hamlet or country village,ought to serve as a source of satis-faction and enjoyment to all thosewho, either through force of circum-stance or lifes opportunity, areprivilleged to live in such retreats. A village, as a rule, remains thesame, its changes are slight and itsgrowth never noticeable, and althothe inhabitants may think it practic-ally dead on that account, but those hood or girlhood days, that no cityhome would ever pretend to supply. In old countries the village is thehome of busy politicians, eminentstatesmen and men of letters. Theinference is plain, they seek it forrest, and even those who cannot getaway from the crowded city can joinin with the poet and have animaginary rest, when he says : The Coming Storm. Hark ? What is that ? A passing freightover the Credit bridge ? Or a falling tree in yonder bush ? Noneed to query long, For a second more and the sound is near-er, and tells of thun
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