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No. I. Sojourn I3st The Farm-House By Th...
and our eyes rest only upon the nearer landscape , upon the gentle - undulations of the steep hill rising * opposite to our windowbeyond
the sloping meadow which abruptly descends from the little , gate of the farm-house garden . The steep ascent of the hill is varied by
the green pasture-fields and the golden lines of ripening harvest , and is crested by a coppice of oaks . A few veterans , storm-tossed
and wildly stretching their arms bleached and bare from the seablastare clustered together and rise conspicuously above the
umbrageous , crowns of their less aspiring comrades . We have watched this old oak-grove under many aspects . We have seen the >
calm , round silver shield of the harvest moon rise slowly up into the rose-tinted evening sky from behind the riven branches of the
old oaks . In the sunset ' s " after glow" we have seen a great cloud ; peaked and pinnacled like a huge Alp , slowly poise itself above the
oak-grove which grew ever darker in the gathering twilight ; whilst the cloud , blanched into spectral whiteness and gentle subtle
lightnings , silently flickered through its vastness , flushing its pallor with . how an ethereal joyous are blush the . long Then shadows , too , in flung the from early the morning grove itself how lovel ; from y _^
hedges , trees , and shrubs , down the steep , dewy pastures , where the cattle browse luxuriously , and across the rustling undulating
billows of the ripening * corn swayed by the sea-bre'eze ! And how _~ cheery has been the sight of a distant shepherd climbing the
pasturefield , the sunshine twinkling upon his crook , and his long shadow slowl Our y creep temporary ing up studio behind here him is over a large the dewy airy room grass ! at the back of ""
the house , overlooking a corn-field—and here the windows have presented us with a series of pictures . The corn-field is divided
from the house merely by a deep ditch . Willow-herb in the full lory of its spikes of deeply pink blossomsbrambles already touched
here g and there by Autumn ' s " fiery-finger , , " ferns , foxgloves , cowparsley , with its tall white umbels , and prickly thistles , cluster
together upon the steep corn-field bank in grand confusion , and above the mass of weeds and flowers waved , until within a week ,
the myriad stalks of corn . Corn , corn , corn , bending , quivering , nodding , quaking , shivering , filled up the remainder of our view in
monotonous but soothing perspective , until the ever-tremulous expanse of corn softly , yet with a certain abruptness , gave place to
cloudland . Corn , corn , corn , clouds , and pure heavenly expanse" this it wasand nothing more !"
, This last week a solitary reaper made his appearance amidst thecorn . Slowland solitarilhe toiled onhour after hourday .
after day ; curiou y s was it y to note the tall , grain , which at , first half-concealed him , gradually fall before him . As he labored-on ,
a wigwam village seemed to arise behind him and extend in long lines athwart the plain of stubble . Occasionally a little
ladthe ( C wide man -awake in miniat , " , and ure sunburnt —with wh arm ite s , rolled complete -up — shirt would sleeves ceaselessl , grey y
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), March 1, 1862, page 12, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01031862/page/12/
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