The Works of Donald G. Mitchell: Out-of-town places, with hints for their improvement. A reissue of "Rural studies."C. Scribner's sons, 1907 |
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Página 249 - That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cock that crowed in the morn That waked the priest all shaven and shorn That married the man all tattered and torn That kissed the maiden all forlorn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
Página 233 - ... transfer it to his possession. There is a little presumption in the thought ; but, if the advertisements are to be believed, not much. City-bred men have indeed rather a presumptuous way of regarding those who live and gain their living by country pursuits. Think of it for a moment : — Here (in the country) is your quiet landholder, living in the performance of a humble range of duties — rearing brown-cheeked boys, who will make their way to high places of trust — to generalships, to governorships,...
Página 325 - His certain life, that never can deceive him, Is full of thousand sweets, and rich content; The smooth-leaved beeches in the field receive him With coolest shade, till noontide's heat be spent: His life is neither tossed in boisterous seas, Or the vexatious world, or lost in slothful ease: Pleased and full blest he lives, when he his God can please.
Página 85 - ... patterns, which puzzle the eye, more than they please. All crooked things are not necessarily charming, and the better kind of homeliness is measured by something besides mere roughness. Lastly, there is your hospitable gate, with its little rooflet stretched over it, as if to invite the stranger loiterer to partake at his will of that much of the hospitalities of the home. Even the passing beggar gathers his tattered garments under it in a sudden shower and blesses the shelter. And I introduce...
Página 21 - ... grapes and the nuts, the clover, the pastures, and the barn-rafters were photographed upon his heart. In the book of ma'ture life. Rural Studies, he devoted a chapter to this large farm, "wild, unkempt, slatternly," with elements of drudgery and ugliness, but with many compensations for senses and soul. "Nothing to see? Lo, the play of light and shade over the distant hills, or the wind, making tossed and streaming wavelets on the rye. Nothing to hear ? Wait a moment and you shall listen to the...
Página 160 - ... the outside world with indications of orderly thrift, blooming and carrying greeting to the very threshold of the place ? First impressions count for a great deal — whether in our meeting with a woman, or with a village. Slipshoddiness is bad economy in towns, as in people. Every season there is a whirl of citizens, tired of city heats and costs, traversing the country in half hope of being wooed to some summer home, where the trees and the order invite tranquillity and promise enjoyment. A...
Página 3 - ... settlement, lying along the Hartford and New London turnpike. There was a toll-gate (I remember that) ; and I have a fancy that the toll-gatherer was a sallowfaced shoemaker with club-feet, who sometimes made his appearance with a waxed-end in his mouth, and a flat-headed hammer in his hand. He hardly wields the hammer any more; and his last waxed-end must long ago have been drawn tight, and clipped away. There was a wild common over which the November winds swept with a pestilent force, with...