It is related of Apicius, who lived at Rome, that he ate very large shrimps; but hearing that those of Greece were larger, he straightway sailed for that coast without losing a day. He met a great storm and much danger; but on arriving, the fishermen brought him of their best. Apicius shook his head.
"Have you never any larger shrimps?"
"No, Seignior, never!"
At which, rubbing his hands with delight, he ordered the captain to sail back at once, saying,—
"I have left some at home larger than these, and they will be spoiled, if the wind is not in our favor."
We will not carry our dilletantism so far as this, nor let it carry us so far; still we are glad not to be driven to the expedient of the Syrians, whose only butter is the fat procured from the tails of their sheep,—which is literally being reduced to extremities.
By the way, something quite remarkable occurred in my first churning. I began with one cup of cream and ended with a cup of butter and a full cup of buttermilk! This law of expansion is paralleled only by that of contraction, as shown to the farmer who took a brimming pail of dinner to the sty; and after the little pig had eaten it all, the farmer put him into the pail, and had room for another half of a pig beside.
But, dear M., it is hardly two moons since the bridal trunks were taken from our hall, and you went away with the friend. You have scarcely been domesticated long enough to see that bright tins bake badly, and that one must crucify her pride by allowing them to blacken; yet so soon do I overwhelm you with culinary suggestions. I am distressed to remember them. But you must forgive and smile me into peacefulness again. And be not discouraged, little housewife! It may take years of attention to excel in bread-making, some skill even for boiling potatoes, and common-sense for everything; but stand steadily beside your servants, and watch their processes patiently. Take notes, experiment, amend, and if there be failure, discover the reason; then it need not happen again.
And despite the difficulties of the practical, you and H. will not slight the ideal. Love the work you are doing and must do; but when it is done, oh, train the rose-vines over your door!
THE PEACE AUTUMN
Thank God for rest, where none molest, And none can make afraid,—For Peace that sits as Plenty's guest, Beneath the homestead shade!Bring pike and gun, the sword's red scourge, The negro's broken chains,And beat them at the blacksmith's forge To ploughshares for our plains.Alike henceforth our hills of snow, And vales where cotton flowers;All streams that flow, all winds that blow, Are Freedom's motive-powers.Henceforth to Labor's chivalry Be knightly honors paid;For nobler than the sword's shall be The sickle's accolade.Build up an altar to the Lord, O grateful hearts of ours!And shape it of the greenest sward That ever drank the showers.Lay all the bloom of gardens there, And there the orchard fruits;Bring golden grain from sun and air, From earth her goodly roots.There let our banners droop and flow, The stars uprise and fall;Our roll of martyrs, sad and slow, Let sighing breezes call.Their names let hands of horn and tan And rough-shod feet applaud,Who died to make the slave a man, And link with toil reward.There let the common heart keep time To such an anthem sung,As never swelled on poet's rhyme, Or thrilled on singer's tongue.Song of our burden and relief Of peace and long annoy;The passion of our mighty grief And our exceeding joy! A song of praise to Him who filled The harvests sown in tears, And gave each field a double yield To feed our battle-years! A song of faith that trusts the end To match the good begun, Nor doubts the power of Love to blend The hearts of men as one!DOCTOR JOHNS
XXXVII
Meantime Reuben was gaining, month by month, in a knowledge of the world,—at least of such portion of it as came within the range of his vision in New York. He imagined it, indeed, a very large portion, and took airs upon himself in consequence. He thought with due commiseration of the humble people of Ashfield. He wonders how he could have tolerated so long their simple ways. The Eagle Tavern, with its creaking sign-board, does not loom so largely as it once did upon the horizon of his thought. That he should ever have trembled as a lad at walking up to the little corner bar, in company with Phil! And as for Nat Boody, whose stories he once listened to admiringly, what a scrubby personage he has become in his eye! Fighting-dogs, indeed! "Scamp" would be nothing to what he has seen a score of times in the city!
He has put Phil through some of the "sights": for that great lout of a country lad (as Reuben could not help counting him, though he liked his big, honest heart for all that) had found him out, when he came to New York to take ship for the West Indies.
"I say, Phil," Reuben had said, as he marched his old schoolmate up Broadway, "it's rather a touch beyond Ashfield, this, isn't it? How do you think Old Boody's tavern and sign-board would look along here?"
And Phil laughed, quietly.
"I should like to see old Deacon Tourtelot," continued Reuben, "with Huldy on his arm, sloping down Broadway. Wouldn't the old people stare?"
"I guess they would," Phil said, demurely.
"I wonder if they'd knock off at sundown Saturday night," continued Reuben, mockingly.
And his tone somehow hurt Phil, who had the memories of the old home—a very dear one to him—fresh upon him.
"And I suppose Miss Almiry keeps at her singing?"
"Yes," said Phil, straining a point in favor of his townswoman; "and I think she sings pretty well."
"Pretty well! By Jove, Phil, you should have been at the Old Park night before last; you would have heard what I call singing. It would have stirred up the old folks of Ashfield."
And Phil met it all very seriously. It seemed to him, in his honesty, that Reuben was wantonly cutting asunder all the ties that once bound him to the old home. It pained him, moreover, to think—as he did, with a good deal of restiveness—that his blessed mother, and Rose perhaps, and the old Squire, his father, were among the Ashfield people at whom Reuben sneered so glibly. And when he parted with him upon the dock,—for Reuben had gone down to see him off,—it was with a secret conviction that their old friendship had come to an end, and that thenceforth they two could have no sympathies in common.
But in this Phil was by no means wholly right. The talk of Reuben was, after all, but the ebullition of a city conceit,—a conceit which is apt to belong to all young men at some period of their novitiate in city life. He was mainly anxious to impress upon Phil the great gain which he had made in knowledge of the world in the last few years, and to astound him with the great difference between his present standpoint and the old one, when they were boys together on the benches of the Ashfield meeting-house. We never make such gains, or apparent gains, at any period of life, it is to be feared, without wishing to demonstrate their magnitude to the slow coaches we have left behind.
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.
1
I find in my journal the following:—"August 17, 1857. Read over to the Baron von P– the Putkammer narrative; and he assented to its accuracy in every particular."
2
This story is given in Garinet's Histoire de la Magie en France, p. 75.
3
Yet in a recent case, occurring in England, and authenticated in the strongest manner, the "sound of carriages driving in the park when none were there" is one of the incidents given on the authority of the lady who had witnessed the disturbances, and who furnishes a detailed account of them. See "Facts and Fantasies," a sequel to "Lights and Sounds, the Mystery of the Day," by Henry Spicer, London, 1853, pp. 76-101.
Вы ознакомились с фрагментом книги.
Для бесплатного чтения открыта только часть текста.
Приобретайте полный текст книги у нашего партнера:
Полная версия книги