Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . n; but as to the source of the sug-gestion upon wliich the nefarious deed was done, why, I amnot so clear. My father and the Squire happened to be visiting togetherat my humble village home one day in the spring, andhousehold and visitors held a sort of symposium out uponthe verandah after tea. It was a mild and beautiful evening,the air was full of sweet sounds and odors, and it was justthe sort of an occasion when, if ever, in Irvings p
Green fields and whispering woods; or, The recreations of an American "country gentleman"; embracing journeys over his farm and excursions into his library . n; but as to the source of the sug-gestion upon wliich the nefarious deed was done, why, I amnot so clear. My father and the Squire happened to be visiting togetherat my humble village home one day in the spring, andhousehold and visitors held a sort of symposium out uponthe verandah after tea. It was a mild and beautiful evening,the air was full of sweet sounds and odors, and it was justthe sort of an occasion when, if ever, in Irvings phrase, therural feeling throbs in every breast. I was in high spirits, and had been boasting a little of myaccompHshments as an agriculturist. I had also been sub-jected to some good-humored ridicule by theother gentlemen, Malvina was defending Squires laugh was being employed in theusual manner for my discomfiture; and I wasoften in some confusion, and put to it forreasons wherewith to support myseliSK Father was sarcastically hopeless that Iwould accomplish any worthy thing bymy scheme, and thought I had better?^ !se of that land to another.
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