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his wife. If I say his pretty wife, I will promise faithfully that it shall be the last time I will refer to myself or my prettiness, the whole way, further than may be

ng from time to time gravely at me, as If to take me into the conversation,-

s, toasting bread, and boiling eggs. It was like a doll's cooking-stove six

d States. Good bread and sweet butter I can always get at

e must be miserable indeed who did not own at least one horse. Nobody in his sober senses demeaned himself to walking. Perhaps it was the climate. Perhaps our

e breeze of mountain-tops, of great walnut- and chesnut-trees, and children gathering nuts beneath; never of the solemn hush of pines, or twilight, or anything "sough"-ing or whispering: no, all about him sounded like the free, dashing, rushing water. So were his bright blue eyes, merry lips, and wind-crimsoned cheeks, interpreters of his nature. They linked him firmly to the outward. The man's soul was made up of joyfulness, strength, and a sort of purposeless activity,-energy for its own sake. While his energies harmonized wit

ce between this and kindness. No matter how I found him out. He who runs may read, if he looks sharply enough; and in travelling, people betray and assert character continually. I was also as sure as I was years afterwards, that he would walk

r cultivating tulips, and was quite sure, that, if he had lived in the seventeenth instead of the nineteenth

sing a similar passion, on purpose to confound him with a description of a Weston flower-garden. If he talked of jessamine and Daphne odora,

, after all, I could not get up an admiration for day-lilies or tulips; "promise me tha

ay made a revolution in the taste of Weston; and some climbing plants, from his house afterwards, took root in our rude homes, and have displaced the old glaring colors with soft beauty and g

r introduction. We met freely on that platform, and it was pleasant to us to talk on so many subjects outside of personal interest. He had

oud, cheery vo

ld boy, ge

attenuated that I involuntarily placed a soft bag for him to lean agains

y life of the Englishman's face, that the new man's face was bleached and unhealthy to me. I happened to glance back from him to the Dominie, and saw, that, allowing for green spectacles, they were

Remin

l, L

e fro

and home by t

f the last,

dy has been to the top of the other. Had to be brou

ad, or practicable path at least,

Impossible on the

ossible to Yank

Lewis, whence come

on, and to

called Gus,-took the box of maple-sugar in charge at once, laughed at the boy-like direction without even a surname, and ended with recommending us to go at once to Miss Post's, on Broadway, where himself and his wife were at present boarding. All the particulars of life, character, and relative interests were discussed between ourselves and Mr. Lewis with the relish and zest of compatriots. I had forgotten how close a tie was that of Yankee birth, and how like an unknown tongue our talk was to the Englishman, till we stopped and turne

th the scar, seemed to have been turned harsh, suspicious, proud, reserved, and unrelenting. These were many qualities, all to depend on a scar, to be sure; but they generally herd together, and he might be one man or another, as life presented its dark or sunny side to him. To me, he was very interesting, from the first; and my husband was delighted with him. The Dominie starved in Weston for congenial intellectual nutrime

on, which we might well do, seeing him

oleon," said Mr. Lewis, "and so ca

arried?"

fe is in del

d to hear that

a married l

t mesmerically. And, to give you a good opportunity, I will walk

, before us, now and then calling ba

e upon his features mild', that marks

his cup filled with good-fortune to the brim. His self

r quality, comes from being able to gratify ou

e an outgrowth of pain to be prop

protects one from pain prevents also delicate picture. I think, ind

any sort," said I, without knowing what my words impli

ed expression, as if he had never been tamed

from the mere animal expression of enjoyment. It is the stamp God puts on those He l

, that he had not learned religious trust. Still, he did not listen to the mere minister, but to the friend; and there sprang up between the two the corresponding interest and respect belonging to natures kindred in depth and sensibility, though of widely differing experience. In after-years, he who had already attained was able frequently to hold out a helping hand to his younger brother; but now, only a smile and a look told much. This acquaintance of the soul is very fascinating. In the two or three steps we take together, with cognizance and measure of each other, what a long path opens before us of alternate shade and sunshine, and how imagination borders every step of the way with richest heart-bloss

or me to attempt a description, I think, and, on the whole, more satisfactory. He annoys me, and offends me frequently; and then I am not just to him, of course. But he is a fine fello

or that it was a distasteful subject for some reason, he turned to the m

lled out, at the

et me ride, and I wil

assure you," said I; "we

, shaking his brown curls;

he should strike off for Middleton on foot. He would see u

ively ugly face was being perpetually transfigured with emotion and variety. Without grace of feature or figure, he impressed one as a living soul; and this inward light gave a translucent beauty to the frail, chance-shapen vase, which all Mr. Remington's personal advantages of form and color

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