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known to do for twenty years past. “ four-and-twenty-” who were baked in
It has formed along its course a suc a pie — that congregate on the tops of
cession of lakes, with a current through contiguous trees, and vociferate with
the midst. My boat has lain at the bot- all the clamor of a turbulent politica!
tom of the orchard, in very convenient meeting. Politics must certainly be
proximity to the house. It has borne the subject of such a tumultuous de-
me over stone fences; and, a few days bate ; but still there is a melody in
ago, Ellery Channing and I passed each individual utterance, and a har-
through two rails into the great north- mony in the general effect. Mr. T'ho-
ern road, along which we paddled for reau tells me that these noisy assem-
some distance. The trees have a sin- blages consist of three different species
gular appearance in the midst of wa of blackbirds; but I forget the other
ters. The curtailment of their trunks two. Robins have been long among
quite destroys the proportions of the us, and swallows have more recently
whole tree ; and we become conscious arrived.
of a regularity and propriety in the
forms of Nature, by the effect of this April 26. - Here is another misty
abbreviation. The waters are now sub- day, muffling the sun. The lilac shrubs
siding, but gradually. Islands become under my study-window are almost in
annexed to the mainland, and other leaf. In two or three days more, I may
islands emerge from the flood, and will put forth my hand and pluck a green
soon, likewise, be connected with the bough. These lilacs appear to be ven
continent. We have seen on a small aged, and have lost the luxuriant fo-
scale the process of the deluge, and liage of their prime. Old age has a
can now witness that of the reappear- singular aspect in lilacs, rose-bushes.
ance of the earth.

and other ornamental shrubs. It seems
Crows visited us long before the as if such things, as they grow only for
snow was off. They seem mostly to beauty, ought to flourish in inmorta!
have departed now, or else to have youth, or at least to die before their
betaken themselves to remote depths decrepitude. They are trees of Para-
of the woods, which they haunt all dise, and therefore not naturally subjec.
summer long. Ducks came in great to decay; but have lost their birthrig::
numbers, and many sportsmen went by being transplanted hither. There
in pursuit of them, along the river; is a kind of ludicrous unfitness in the
but they also have disappeared. Gulls idea of a venerable rose-bush ; and
come up írom seaward, and soar high there is something analogous to this
overhead, Mapping their broad wings in human life. Persons who can only
in the upper sunshine. They are be graceful and ornamental — who can
among the most picturesque birds that give the world nothing but flowers –
I am acquainted with ; indeed, quite should die young, and never be szen
the most so, because the manner of with gray hairs and wrinkles, any more
their flight makes them almost sta than the flower-shrubs with mossy bark
tionary parts of the landscape. The and scanty foliage, like the lilacs under
imagination has time to rest upon my window. Not that beauty is no?
them; they have not fitted away in worthy of immortality: Nothing else.
a moment. You go up among the indeed, is worthy of it; and therce
clouds, and lay hold of these soaring perhaps, the sense of impropriety when
gulls, and repose with them upon the we see it triumphed over by time. Ap-
sustaining atmosphere. The smaller ple-trees, on the other hand,

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old birds, – the birds that build their nests without reproach. Let them live as long in our trees, and sing for us at morn as they may, and contort themselves in ing-red, — I will not describe..... But whatever fashion they please, they are I must mention the great companies still respectable, even if they afford us of blackbirds -- more than the famous only an apple or two in a season, Or

none at all. Human Aower-shrubs, if of chips are strewn about, and on rethey will grow old on earth, should, moving them we find the yellow stalks beside their lovely blossoms, bear some of grass sprouting underneath. Nature kind of fruit that will satisfy earthly does her best to beautify this disarray. appetites; else men will not be sat- The grass springs up most industriousisfied that the moss should gather on ly, especially in sheltered and sunny them.

angles of the buildings, or round the Winter and Spring are now struggling door-steps, a locality which seems for the mastery in my study; and I yield particularly favorable to its growth ; for somewhat to each, and wholly to nei- it is already high enough to bend over ther. The window is open, and there and wave in the wind. I was suris a fire in the stove. The day when prised to observe that some weeds (esthe window is first thrown open should pecially a plant that stains the fingers be an epoch in the year ; but I have with its yellow juice) had lived, and forgotten to record it.

Seventy or retained their freshness and sap as pereighty springs have visited this old fectly as in summer, through all the house ; and sixty of them found old frosts and snows of last winter. I saw Dr. Ripley here, not always old, it them, the last green thing, in the auis true, but gradually getting wrinkles tumn ; and here they are again, the first and gray hairs, and looking more and in the spring. more the picture of winter. But he was no flower-shrub, but one of those frust- Thursday, April 27. – I took a walk trees or timber - trees that acquire a into the fields, and round our opposite grace with their old age. Last Spring hill, yesterday noon, but made no very found this house solitary for the first remarkable observation. The frogs time since it was built; and now again have begun their concerts, though not she peeps into our open windows and as yet with a full choir. I found no finds new faces here. ....

violets nor anemones, nor anything in It is remarkable how much unclean- the likeness of a flower, though I looked ness winter brings with it, or leaves carefully along the shelter of the stone behind it. . ... The yard, garden, and walls, and in all spots apparently proavenue, which should be my depart- pitious. I ascended the hill, and had ment, require a great amount of labor. a wide prospect of a swollen river, exThe avenue is strewed with withered tending around me in a semicircle of leaves, the whole crop, apparently, three or four miles, and rendering the of last year, — some of which are now view much finer than in summer, had raked into heaps ; and we intend to there only been foliage. It seemed make a bonfire of them. .... There like the formation of a new world ; for are quantities of decayed branches, islands were everywhere emerging, and which one tempest after another has capes extending forth into the food; Aung down, black and rotten. In the and these tracts, which were thus won garden are the old cabbages which we from the watery empire, were among did not think worth gathering last au- the greenest in the landscape. The tumn, and the dry bean-vines, and the moment the deluge leaves them, Nawithered stalks of the asparagus-bed; ture asserts them to be her property, in short, all the wrecks of the departed by covering them with verdure ; or year, – its mouldering relics, its dry perhaps the grass had been growing bones. It is a pity that the world can- under the water. On the hill-top where not be made over anew every spring. I stood, the grass had scarcely begun to Then, in the yard, there are the piles sprout; and I observed that even those of firewood, which I ought to have places which looked greenest in the sawed and thrown into the shed long distance were but scantily grass-covsince, but which will cumber the earth, ered when I actually reached them. It I fear, till June, at least. Quantities was hope that painted them so bright.

Last evening we saw a bright light came a frost, which has done great damon the river, betokening that a boat's age to my garden. The beans have party were engaged in spearing fish. suffered very much, although, luckily, It looked like a descended star, - like not more than half that I planted have red Mars, — and, as the water was per- come up. The squashes, both summer fectly smooth, its gleam was reflect- and winter, appear to be almost killed. ed downward into the depths. It is a As to the other vegetables, there is litvery picturesque sight. In the deep tle mischief done, – the potatoes not quiet of the night I suddenly heard the being yet above ground, except two light and lively note of a bird from a or three; and the peas and corn are of neighboring tree, - a real song, such a hardier nature. It is sad that Nature as those which greet the purple dawn, will so sport with us poor mortals, inor mingle with the yellow sunshine. viting us with sunny smiles to confide What could the little bird mean by in her; and then, when we are entirely pouring it forth at midnight? Prob- in her power, striking us to the heart. ably the note gushed out from the midst Our summer commences at the latter of a dream, in which he fancied him- end of June, and terminates somewhere self in Paradise with his mate; and, about the first of August. There are suddenly awaking, he found he was certainly not more than six weeks of on a cold, leafless bough, with a New the whole year when a frost may be England mist penetrating through his deemed anything remarkable. feathers. That was a sad exchange of imagination for reality; but if he Friday, June 23. — Summer has come found his mate beside him, all was at last, -- the longest days, with blazwell.

ing sunshine, and fervid heat. YesThis is another misty morning, un- terday glowed like molten brass. Last genial in aspect, but kinder than it night was the most uncomfortably and looks; for it paints the hills and val- unsleepably sultry that we have exleys with a richer brush than the sun- perienced since our residence in Conshine could. There is more verdure cord; and to-day it scorches again. I now than when I looked out of the have a sort of enjoyment in these seven window an hour ago. The willow-tree times heated furnaces of midsummer, opposite my study-window is ready to even though they make me droop like put forth its leaves. There are some a thirsty plant. The sunshine can objections to willows. It is not a dry scarcely be too burning for my taste; and cleanly tree; it impresses me with but I am no enemy to summer-showers. an association of sliminess; and no Could I only have the freedom to be trees, I think, are perfectly satisfactory, perfectly idle now, – no duty to fulfil, which have not a firm and hard texture no mental or physical labor to perof trunk and branches. But the willow form, - I should be as happy as a is almost the earliest to put forth its squash, and much in the same mode ; leaves, and the last to scatter them on but the necessity of keeping my brain the ground; and during the whole win- at work eats into my comfort, as the ter its yellow twigs give it a sunny as- squash-bugs do into the heart of the pect, which is not without a cheering vines. I keep myself uneasy and proinfluence in a proper point of view. duce little, and almost nothing that is Our old house would lose much were worth producing. this willow to be cut down, with its The garden looks well now: the pogolden crown over the roof in winter, tatoes flourish; the early corn waves and its heap of summer verdure. The in the wind; the squashes, both for present Mr. Ripley planted it, fifty summer and winter use, are more foryears ago, or thereabouts.

ward, I suspect, than those of any of

my neighbors. I am forced, however, Friday, June 2.- Last night there to carry on a continual warfare with the

squash-bugs, who, were I to let them of the procession of the wild-flowers, alone for a day, would perhaps quite as minute, at least, as of the kitchen destroy the prospects of the whole sum- vegetables and pot-herbs. Above all, mer. It is impossible not to feel angry the noting of the appearance of the with these unconscionable insects, who first roses should not be omitted ; nor scruple not to do such excessive mis- of the Arethusa, one of the delicatchief to me, with only the profit of a est, gracefullest, and in every manner meal or two to themselves. For their sweetest of the whole race of flowers. own sakes they ought at least to wait for a fortnight past I have found it in till the squashes are better grown. Why the swampy meadows, growing up to is it, I wonder, that Nature has provid- its chin in heaps of wet moss. Its hue ed such a host of enemies for every is a delicate pink, of various depths of useful esculent, while the weeds are shade, and somewhat in the form of suffered to grow unmolested, and are a Grecian helmet. To describe it is a provided with such tenacity of life, and feat beyond my power. Also the visit such methods of propagation, that the of two friends, who may fitly enough gardener must maintain a continual be mentioned among flowers, ought to struggle or they will hopelessly over- have been described. Mrs. F. Swhelm bim? What hidden virtue is and Miss A. S- Also I have negthere in these things, that it is granted lected to mention the birth of a little them to sow themselves with the wind, white dove. and to grapple the earth with this immit- I never observed, until the present igable stubbornness, and to flourish in season, how long and late the twilight spite of obstacles, and never to suffer lingers in these longest days. The blight beneath any sun or shade, but orange hue of the western horizon realways to mock their enemies with the mains till ten o'clock, at least, and how same wicked luxuriance? It is truly a much later I am unable to say. The mystery, and also a symbol. There is night before last, I could distinguish a sort of sacredness about them. Per- letters by this lingering gleam between haps, if we could penetrate Nature's nine and ten o'clock. The dawn, I secrets, we should find that what we suppose, shows itself as early as two call weeds are more essential to the o'clock, so that the absolute dominion well-being of the world than the most of night has dwindled to almost nothprecious fruit or grain. This may be ing. There seems to be alw a didoubted, however, for there is an un- minished necessity, or, at si events, mistakable analogy between these wick- a much less possibility, of sleep than at ed weeds and the bad habits and sinful other periods of the year I get scarcely propensities which have overrun the

any sound repose just now. It is summoral world ; and we may as well imag- mer, and not winta, that steals away ine that there is good in one as in the mortal life. Wel, we get the value of other.

what is taken com us. Our peas are in such forwardness that I should not wonder if we had Saturds, July 1. – We had our first some of them on the table within a dish of green peas (a very small one) week. The beans have come up ill, yeste day. Every day for the last week and I planted a fresh supply only the has been tremendously hot; and our day before yesterday. We have water- garden flourishes like Eden itself, only melons in good advancement, and musk Adam could hardly have been doomed melons also within three or four days. to contend with such a ferocious banI set out some tomatoes last ughtditti of weeds. also some capers. It is my purpose to plant some more corn at the end of Sunday, July 9. — I know not what the month, or sooner. There ought to to say, and yet cannot be satisfied be a record of the flower-garden, and without marking with a word or two

this anniversary. ..... But life now weather has since been as moist as the swells and heaves beneath me like a thirstiest soul could desire. brim-full ocean; and the endeavor to comprise any portion of it in words is Wednesday, September 13. — There like trying to dip up the ocean in a was a frost the night before last, acgoblet. . . . . God bless and keep us ! cording to George Prescott; but no for there is something more awful in effects of it were visible in our garden. happiness than in sorrow, — the latter Last night, however, there was another, being earthly and finite, the former which has nipped the leaves of the composed of the substance and texture winter-squashes and cucumbers, but of eternity, so that spirits still embodied seems to have done no other damage. may well tremble at it.

This is a beautiful morning, and pron

ises to be one of those heavenly days July 18. — This morning I gathered that render autumn, after all, the most our first summer-squashes. We should delightful season of the year. We have had them some days earlier, but mean to make a voyage on the river for the loss of two of the vines, either this afternoon. by a disease of the roots or by those infernal bugs. We have had turnips Sunday, September 23. — I have gathand carrots several times. Currants ered the two last of our summer-squashare now ripe, and we are in the full es to-day. They have lasted ever since enjoyment of cherries, which turn out the 18th of July, and have numbered much more delectable than I antici- fifty-eight edible ones, of excellent qualpated. George Hillard and Mrs. Hil- ity: Last Wednesday, I think, I harlard paid us a visit on Saturday last. vested our winter squashes, sixty-three On Monday afternoon he left us, and in number, and mostly of fine size. Our Mrs. Hillard still remains here.

last series of green corn, planted about

the ist of July, was good for eating two Friday, F?!!y 28. — We had green or three days ago. We still have beans; corn for dinner yesterday, and shall and our tomatoes, though backward, have some more to-day, not quite full supply us with a dish every day or two. gtown, but sufficiently so to be palat- My potato-crop promises well; and, on able. There has been no rain, except the whole, my first independent experione moderate shower, for many weeks; ment of agriculture is quite a successand the martin appears to be wasting ful one. away in a slew fever. This weather, I This is a glorious day, — bright, very think, affects be spirits very unfavor- warm, yet with an unspeakable gentleably. There is an irksomeness, a rest- ness both in its warmth and brightlessness, a pervačng dissatisfaction, On such days it is impossible together with an absoute incapacity to not to love Nature, for she evidently bend the mind to any serious effort. loves us. At other seasons she does With me, as regards literary produc- not give me this impression, or only tion, the summer has been unprofit- at very rare intervals; but in these hapable; and I only hope that my forces py, autumnal days, when she has perare recruiting themselves for the fected the harvests, and accomplished tumn and winter. For the future, I every necessary thing that she had to shall endeavor to be so diligent nino do, she overflows with a blessed supermonths of the year that I may allow quity of love. It is good to be alive myself a full and free vacation of the nov. Thank God for breath, - yes, other three.

for nere breath! when it is made up

of such a heavenly breeze as this. It Monday, Fré; 31. — We had our comes to the cheek with a real kiss; first cucumber yesterday. There were it would ligger fondly around us, if it symptoms of rain on Saturday, and the might; but, since it must be gone, it

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