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A SKETCH OF LIFE IN THE GRANITE STATE.

BY E. JANE CATE.

CHAPTER I.

s his way home from the field, with his boys and his

long team. He, too, looked away to the lake and A RICHER evening twilight never visited us mor. up to the sky. Wonder if he gave thanks that his tals than that which flooded Lake Massabesic, and lot had been cast in such pleasant places? No; he the woods and rocks, and sands of its borders, as said something about wind east, storm to-morrow; townward there came in sight a carriage “covered and, when he was beyond the hearing of our travelwith the dust of travel." Here, the waters gleamed lers, “More grand company going to 'Squire Lane's, and flickered "like molten gold;" a little farther, of course,” said he; and, “Yes, I'll warrant it," they lay tranquil and blue as heaven; while away answered his sons. there, across those tracts of silver, dark as ruin they And going to Esquire Lane's they were; for, still went, stealing back amongst the woods and hills, walking before the horse, they turned down the into the deep-reaching coves. Sail-boats and row. broad, straight avenue, which terminated in a carboats were near and far; just where they ought to riage sweep, before a large farm-house. No ono be, to make the ensemble perfect, our travellers was without the house; but within our travellers thought. Close beside the road were lambs, large } heard sounds of laughter and running.

uch, and old enough to be sure, to stand there “Mrs. Lane's laugh; how like a child's !” said quietly and observe the travellers, and chew their the lady. “See, as she said, no bell. She told you cuds and look contented, as they saw their mothers to pound three times with the head of your stoutest and the cows do; but they did no such things. | cane;' didn't she ?” They too seemed to have delight in all the beauty “She told me so many strange things, I have and quietude there was in the place; and went forgotten. But-" rap, rap, rap, very softly went running up and down the high rocks, trying which his cane on the door. No one came; but they heard could run the fastest, leap the highest, and the most { a voice within say, “Was it you I caught, hus? or gracefully. Often there were heard grumblings was it you, Frank ? or what was it? Ab! I must among the old dams, over all this indecorum and have you in blinders yet, Mr. Lane." danger of breaking their necks; but the lambs “Heavens! then, if I don't have some revenge !" only danced up to them, gave them a roguish look, “Ah, that was not fair, Mr. Lane. I caught you jumped over their backs, and then went dancing then, fairly. I will tell you. When we get you back to their sports.

into blinders, you will take such long, straggling “Look there, sister," exclaimed the gentleman, } steps, so queer, we shall almost die laughing at you; involuntarily stopping his horse. He pointed, as and when you stoop to catch your little wife, sho he spoke, to a little cottage amongst the shrubbery } will go bounding over your head.” and trellises, and you could not know what else, it Rap, rap, rap, rap; and just at that moment Mr. was so closed about by primeval oaks and vines, Lane was caught, it seemed, for fresh laughter came, and trees of minor growth.

and now a - manly voice chimed in loudly. The “ There must be comfort there,” sighed the lady. travellers entered; but then a difficulty in crossing

“Yes, and genius, if it does work with hard { the hall presented itself; for rugs, chairs, and foothands," replied the gentleman, still looking at the { cushions had been brought out from the parlor in house.

preparations for the game. The lady gave a spring, “The Malones--you remember hearing Mrs. Lane and landed fairly within the parlor, in full view of speak of their near neighbors, the Malonog. That the little party. must be their house. Just look across the lake, } “Who? what? Heavens, Miss Bartlett! let me among those hills, brother. Heavens! how dark shake you to pieces ! let me kiss you forty times ! and strange! Let us get out of the carriage." } Where did you come from?” Thus spake the mis

They alighted, “both stood, both turned,” and tress of that house, the prettiest, rosiest, happiest looked long, here and there, and all around, upon creature you ever saw. & scene of contrasted sublimity and loveliness, be “From Concord at sunrise," answered Miss fore which proud man might well bend his spirit in Bartlett, as soon as she could speak for kissing humble adoration, as that gentleman did; beforo and being kissed. which woman might grow faint with a thousand “And your brother, Miss Bartlett?” said Mr. conflicting emotions, veil her face, and at last weep, Lane. as that lady wept. Farmer Brown passed them on “Yes, go, Mr. Lane. I am positively wild with VOL. XLV.-36

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delight; and I shall kiss him too. I will, husband this case determined to be 'reputed wise for saying mine,” she added, running after him to the door. nothing.'” “I will, if it does make you provoked, and jealous, Fanny appeared at the door, beckoning Mrs. and"

Lane. She did kiss him; and then turning, she again “Yes, you dear," said she, leaving her chair. “Well, flung her arms around Miss Bartlett's neck and if this lasts, people at Franklin must certainly kissed her. As Mrs. Lane said, her husband and wear blank faces awhile, and go round saying, . her friend Fanny had only chances of slipping their • Another star has gone out.'” words in edgewise, for all her vociferous rejoicings { The lively woman had talked herself out of the and questionings. The gentlemen went out to room; and together she and Fanny went singing gether to adjust baggage, etc.

across the dining-room. She returned in the next "That is right, Fanny, you dear. Do be putting

who putting minute. things in order. You see, Miss Bartlett, it is just “Fanny is having things her own way to-night. as I told you it would be when you came to my house. This gives us both pleasure. I am so indolent! and I told you, you know, that, when you would pro she--young, unused to labor, graceful, and refined as menade our rooms, you would be obliged to make she is—is yet so careful and busy! She will make your winding way' among mops-wisely kept for the best wife in the world to the man who is so show,' only—and every kind of rubbish. Yes, Fan- lucky as to secure her; he who gets gold gets trash,' ny; do fix my hair a little : my curls are in my eyes, { comparatively. She assists mo in so many ways !" ears, and mouth. I wonder that Mr. Lane-old added Mrs. Lane, with filling eyes. “She makes our bachelor as he was, and so very particular—I wonder home so elegant and tidy; extraordinaries, such as that he never scolds me; I think the good soul does you have seen, excepted. She knows my one greattry sometimes; but he soon finds himself laughing, est failing, and is, I think, determined on helping and that is the end of it."

me to work out a radical care. Well, we shall see, As Fanny arranged Mrs. Lane's hair, she said as Mrs. Jones says. You know Professor Grimes something in her ear about " fatigue, refreshment." gave me a little order; constructiveness, and caution,

“Refreshment? Ah, yes; excuse my forgetfulness. and at the same time prodigious destructiveness." You must be almost starved.”

“An unlucky combination, certainly,” said Miss Miss Bartlett denied this; they had refreshed Bartlett. themselves at Hooksett, only a few miles back.

“Yes, indeed, for a housekeeper. But I can see “Oh, but you must have some tea immediately," that I have gained already; so that, although not said Mrs. Lane in a pleading tone, and with her of the famed class nascitur non fit, I believe that hand already on the door latch, " if it be only to taste one day I shall be able to manage with tolerable our strawberries and cream, and-what, Fanny? my clearness:" dress torn out at the gathering? 'Tis Fide's work: Then how happy you will be! You have such he is always sure to tear me, if he tears anybody. a noble husband ! such a beautiful, beautiful home !" He jumped to my head once while we were at play, “Yes; I assure you I have wept many times, and caught his mouth full of curls. But tea, Miss thinking how unworthy I am of them both. I found Bartlett; you will have some tea with us?”

but little trouble as long as I was at home: for if I “Yes, for I am hungry; and this I havn't been did things wrong, the dear patient Emily was always before for weeks. This air from the lake is so cool at hand to put them right; and I just made sport on one's head, and so clear and exhilarating for for people. Even mother laughed at my accidents. one's breath, it makes one feel strong and"

She little knew the trouble it would make me some “And hungry; that is good !" interposed Mrs. day, or how it would plague husband. He is so Lane.

kind! I think he would lose patience with me, if “Stay; Jeanette, and let me go,” said Fanny, he didn't half pity me. Fanny's bell. I must lifting her finger in laughing defiance to Mrs. Lane, quicken husband and your brother's movements. as she passed her. Mrs. Lane kissed her hand after They are stopping at every other step as they come." her, said, “You good one!" and then sat down in } She met them in the yard, took her husband's band, her cushioned arm-chair and began rocking herself Mr. Bartlett's arm, and hurried them into the house. vigorously as she talked.

“You don't know anything about how glad I am, “You aro pale, Miss Bartlett,” Fanny said, “and Mr. Lane!” said she, looking up in his face with thin too. Say, Mr. Bartlett, has she been falling in intense delight in her eyes. “They are the first love with uncle Gates? Has she ?"

visitors we have had to stop & good long time with Miss Bartlett parted with some of her pallor; her us since we were married, you know, except Fanny. brother said, “Well, I don't know."

And we shall all have such good times, especially “What does Mrs. Jones say? She always sees in the rainy days, when you can sit quietly with right through all such matters, so that people have us in the house. I love those days. But chiefly I come to regard her as a sort of oracle."

shall delight in making Miss Bartlett as healthy and “Well, singularly enough for her, she seems in fat as I am myself.” Miss Bartlett's eyes filled at

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the hearty kindness of Mrs. Lane's tone and man- { Bible perhaps, and perbaps a genealogical chart, ner, Mrs. Lane's eyes also filled, ever and anon; title-deeds, wills, and sundry other documents; and but at the same moment she went on laughing. sundry of their neighbors, together with the oldest Mr. Lane's eyes beamed affectionately, and yet inhabitant thereabouts. But this surely would be a quietly on his wife; he again extended his hand wearisome and perplexing process. I know a vastly with friendly warmth to his guests; and then his } better and altogether practicable one; but its adopeyes wandered toward the dining-room.

tion would be such a daring innovation upon all “Ah yes, tea you are thinking of, Mr. Lane. respectable precedents! 'Twould be, to the common Fanny would prepare tea alone; and now it is wait-} method of romancing, perhaps what Fulton's crazy ing.” Mr. Bartlett turned his eye out again upon steam-concern was to the mighty old white-winged the glorious evening, before he was ready to be ships of the line; and I verily fear that people, after seated at tablo; and his sister bent her face to they had looked on awhile sidewise, would go off rose sprays which came far into the windows from shrugging their shoulders, and muttering self-comthe yard. Mrs. Lane rejoiced not a little over Fan. placent things about folly, presumption, &c. &c. ny's elegant table; and especially she rejoiced over “For a' that an' a' that,” however, I will venture Miss Bartlett's appetite. She could never be satis { thus: I have a very dear friend, born on the same fied tasting the biscuit of eggs, cream, and flour; } day and in the same hour as myself. “Sitting on the rich custards, so cold and so exquisitely flavored, the same stool, working both on one flower, on one as is everything sweetened with maple sugar; and sampler," both weeping when one wept, both laughabove all, the strawberries and cream! Mrs. Lane ing when one laughed, and so on, is the tale of our made them laugh not a little in one way and united life up to this day. We never differ at the another; and, as for herself, she felt every moment very core of our hearts; but we bave misunderher heart actually leap up in joy over all the happi standings, quite lively quarrels sometimes, and then ness, and sociability, and busy though soft jingle and } one pulls one way, and the other the other way. clatter of cutlery, spoons, and dishes, which she saw } But mutual comprehension and forgiveness follow and heard before her. They talked of Concord } directly; and with the greatest complacency we say people, and the doings of the legislature from whose } that, although the spirit is always willing, the flesh session Mr. Lane had just returned, of all they is sometimes weak; and hence we go wrong. She would do there at Massabesie while they remained; is of the Pensée family, my friend. You know the and then, although it was a half hour since they had Pensées. Not to know the Pensées "argues one's left their spoons in their cups, and their knives and self unknown;" and so it must be that you know forks across their plates, Mrs. Lane poured them the Pensées. A very ancient, honorable family, out more tea, and they made no objections. Fanny you know; very powerful, sometimes differing wonhelped them to more plums, and Mr. Lane to pound- derfully the one from the other in their characteriscake, which, up to this time, had been left untasted. tic traits, but alike in this : the whole family are When Mr. Lane had said “Cake--will you not take the most active or the most profound thinkers ; some cake ?" and when Mrs. Lane had added whether naturally, or only habitually by way of “Surely, you will take some cake?" they had an giving significance to their name, cannot be speswered, “No, thank you; but, if you please, some cifically determined. Par parenthèse, it may be more of your biscuit and strawberries ;" or "another that some of my readers need to be told that Pencustard.”

sée, being interpreted, is thought, or fancy, or After supper was ended, late though it was, they sketch. walked down the avenue, along the border of the My friend Marie Pensée is an intensely interestlake, at the foot of the high hills; and those who ing being; she "centres in herself such strange exhad lately been so loquacious and gay were now tremes !" Now she is pale, cold, solemn, drawn to thoughtful and still beneath the moonlight and her utmost altitude, and stately as an empress, amongst the dark shadows.

and you fear and worship her from afar; then blooming in her happy excitement, ardently affectionate, holding you in her arms, or sitting like a

child at your feet; and you love her, love to lean CHAPTER II.

your head on her and rest. Now she sits with great

old tomes all about her, bending over them all day y the morning after the arrival of the Bartletts long, getting spine-ache and melancholy; then she at Massabesic-but, then, I wonder who are the goes through the house, yard, and garden, like one Bartletts? I wonder whether they are anybody? of the Graces, hiding your books and pen, making whether, after all, it is worth while writing about you try with her on the carriage-sweep which can them? We can know about them by going to their run the fastest, full of all manner of happy and archives, by which I mean, of course, those only childlike frivolities. archives which we Americans keep-fragmentary She wears, in summer, wbite mostly. When she and scattered letters, diaries, day-books, family is in pensive mood, a robe of rich white merino,

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full, draping her feet, and heavily embroidered in Think of things, of seams, strata, deposits, veins, cream-colored silks; when she is gay, a frock of and all such things, and then which seems most illusion lace, with sleeves and skirt looped and fes- { likely, that this earth was once melted by heat or tooned, one can scarcely see how, in delicate fresh { dissolved by water? Hutton or Werner, which do flowers. In winter, she wears drab cloth and heavy { you favor ? jewelry when she is thoughtful; otherwise, black { “Oh, indeed, I don't know. I just wonder and mostly, enlivened by the finest embroidery in collar, { hold my breath over the one supposition and the cuffs, and handkerchief. But in all her moods she } other; for a moment, long, as I never long for maintains one peculiar attribute, a most wonderful anything else, to understand how it was; and, by prescience; one peculiar characteristic, a kind of that time, I have the heartache and am tired; lawless, and yet perfectly innocent eecentricity. } therefore I run away from it all, saying, "Who shall She is Marie Pensée, and none other, at all times, decide when doctors disagree?'" with all people. And this chiefly, and because we MARIE. That is comfortable, if one can only do harmonize so well, is why she is my chosen friend} so; but You know what geologists say about of all others.

} primary, transition and secondary rocks. How do She is very often at our house. When I sit at you supposemy table and write, she keeps quietly on the sofa “Pray don't ask me, Marie! I don't suppose behind me, employing herself in one way and anything ; I really don't know anything about it. I another as her humor happens to be; and, in can- studied geology in the schools, you know; and dor, I would never know what to do without her in really thought I understood it. But afterwards inthis business of story-telling; because, of whatever I quiries and doubts came. I read Lyell, Cleveland, wish to know, she can usually inform me. She is {Silliman, Bakewell, and everything else I could get 80 busy here and there ! such a traveller! never { hold of-almost made a shadow of myself-only to fatigued, never in need of resting, and scarcely { find it all the time growing darker and darker the ever of sleeping. There is no house whose very { farther I went, that is, in some points. Then I penetralia she cannot reach. No human heart, when } folded my hands to wait until the way is better it is perfectly right and proper that she should enter, { lighted, or the guides are better agreed. I advise can shut itself effectually against her ingress; no } you to do the same; or at least to rest a day. You human countenance can so mark itself that she does are so pale, your eyes are so large! I am going to not say to me, He frowns, he weeps, and now he pack away these old encyclopedias under the table, smiles again. This is surely a great, a responsibility- thus! You shall sit in this best easy-chair close by involving gift. So Marie feels; and she is careful me, thus! Now we will have a pleasant time talkto use it aright; in the love of her neighbor, in the ing about people and things. Together we will love and fear of her God. Could she act unmindful make out a story illustrative of some good proposiof this fact one moment, that samo moment herself tion in household, agricultural, or political economy; and her power would be parted forever.

and will not this be a better deed, in these days of As ny readers have no doubt conjectured ere stumbling and inquiring, than just satisfying yourthis, my plan is to ask Marie about the Bartletts. { self whether this earth was baked or boiled ?" Perhaps she will attend to me not in the least. She MARIE. Perhaps so; but please don't burlesque is so in a habit of abstractions and mystifications, things in this sly way. What are you doing this and then is still for hours, only turning leaves slow morning, pray ? ly as I hear her now.

“Not much, it must be confessed. I have been “Marie dear, what are you doing, tumbling over thinking about Jeanette Eastman. You remember those great books so long? And all those rocks ! she married a Lane, a rich old bachelor, of Man. what can you be doing with them? even the com chester. He fell in love with her, you know, seeing monest, granite, feldspar, and serpentine. One her in the lobby at the State House; and she with would think that by this day you knew enough } him, hearing him speak on the small-bird act, you about them, their formations, their depositions, their combinations, and all other of their ations." MARIE. Yes indeed! and how people troubled

MARIE. You repeat yourself, dearest, when you themselves because they were so unlike; because talk. But just look at this now. See how curiously he would marry her when she was so incorrigibly they are packed together: pyrites—feldspar, rose wild and careless; and because she would marry and white-quartz, white and smoky-mica, black hina when he was so old, dignified, and quiet; and and white-and

how they opened their eyes on me when I tried “Well, my good Marie"

to make them comprehend that the truest, heavenMarie. Well, dearest, I have been studying { liest harmony comes not from striking with two about things all day. If professors would only fingers both on one key. Heavens! what insipidity agree soinetimes, one wouldn't be at such a loss. there would be then! And what an insipid thing But between the Huttonian and Wernerian theories, { this married life would be, if, when the husband one is wretchedly perplexed. Look at this, please. said fa, the wife said fa; and when the wife said

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la, if the husband opened his mouth just as wide, { of this sort! Husband is kinder than ever to me at and said la. I couldn't live so! I would rather such times : but sad, so that I half cry and kiss him have storms and earthquakes; wouldn't you, dearest? { in the next minute, and then all goes straight. I wouldn't you rather have storms and earthquakes? still love to put myself into bad plights, and I always “I don't know, I am sure.”

shall; and if I do grow old, and have babies, I MARIE. Well, I know. I have thought not a shall amuse them and myself and husband many a little about it; and I feel it more and more that stormy day, and making full-moon faces at them; · I could never love one who was not unlike me, who and putting on a queer cap or bonnet bent into all was not greater or less than myself. There are manner of shapes, and putting strange metamorplenty of agreeable men who are younger, thinner, phoses upon their little bodies. Husband likes or softer than myself. Those I could love with all sport as well as I do; I have ascertained this ; that my heart; but as mother loves you, I fear; and this is, if it is not carried too far. He looks slightly would be entirely wrong, you know, between man sorry or anxious if I go one step too far-he has and wife. Enough more are like me just as tall, such a nice sense of propriety !-and is my 'thus far, just as strong, just as firm. Heavens! I am in tor and no farther.' So you see that, as I told you, he ture every time they come near me! I can't endure is just the husband I need: and I begin to hopo them! So the man that I love and wed must be that, as he often declares, I am just the kind of wifo prodigiously tall, prodigiously strong and clever, he needs. He is naturally so grave, so almost prodigiously old, prodigiously fat, or something of melancholy, and so busy at his work and studies ! that sort.

“* Tea is almost ready, dearest,' Fanny says; and “I presume so. Do you know what kind of a she gives me a loving kiss. The dear girl helps mo wife Jeannette made ?”

like a sister. She is helping herself most, she deMARIE. Why, she went on improving. She still clares; and, indeed, you would all be surprised to goes on improving, and there is no danger of such see how fresh and plump she is growing. She people. Here is a letter she sent to her family when scarcely ever touches the piano ; never embroiderg she had been married six months. She says:

of late ; but works and walks here and there, and

always upon the spring. In this way her spine is “I must tell you how I succeed in housekeeping; { daily getting stronger and freer from pains. Bless for I know Em's good, kind heart has feared not a her! This is what I say in my heart twenty times little for me; I know nou, too, how much reason it a day. The Bartletts too are darlings ! so perfectly had to fear. Thanks to my husband, thanks to Fanny, accomplished! and at the same time so cordial and and thanks to Heaven, I am gaining day by day lively! I assure you we are the happiest family in slowly, 'tis true, but surely-in everything that goes the world. And now I must go to my beloved ones, to make the good, careful housekeeper. I say this after I have said to the beloved ones at my other in grateful joy; and I know you will rejoice with b ome, Ah, if you were only here, father, mother, me. I used to be downright discouraged whenever sisters, brothers, to sit at my table! if I might pour I allowed myself to think of my fault. This was tea for you all, and see your eyes brighter over my seldom, you know; for it seemed to me then that cooking, the world would not hold a happier child I never could be careful and prudent, like you, sis. than your Jeannette.' ter. But there was only wanting a motive to ear. “9 o'clock. We have supped, and worked, and nestness. This I have now, in love for my husband walked; and now soon we must go to our rest. We and in the sincere desire to be worthy of him, and have had a busy day of it, all of us; and to-morrow not to give him pain. You all laughed at me at we shall have one busier still; for there will come, home-father, mother, you, and all. You were dear before the sun rises, a troop of haymakers to help good ones. Never girl had kinder. But if you had Mr. Lane. Then do you not think we will havo lain on my shoulders the whole weight of all the some busy days? Yes, indeed. Every night we displeasure you had reason to feel, then, you know, shall go to bed tired, but thankful; thankful that we I really could not have borne that; and I should can labor; thankful that labor is pleasant and have set myself at work in earnestness and perse- } healthful. Mr. Bartlett too is to put on thick gloves, verance to be rid of my wretched habit. But I so and wide-brimmed hat, and work in the field; whilo loved to make you all and everybody laugh so hear.} early in the cool morning, Miss B., Fanny, and I are tily! A head full of mirthfulness and destructive to go with wide aprons on, hair put smoothly back ness,' you know Professor Grimes told me; and I behind our ears, and in short sleeves, boiling pots believe it; for all I wanted to do was to seo things full of beof and ham, and baking ovens full of bread going to ruin and people laughing at it. I was and pies. Mr. Lano wants to hire a girl through never so happy as when I had spoiled myself, haying and harvesting, we shall have so many clothes and all, unless indeed some one fell down work-people a part of the time; but this is so imposwith a peculiar awkwardness and made horribly sible, you know, finding a girl; for all the farmers' discomfited faces about it.

daughters that can possibly be spared are away in “And now-ah, I might confess many recent sins the factories. Besides, I should steadily decline,

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