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diately springs up in the midst of the wilderness, large enough for a parish church, and furnished with windows of all dimensions, but so rickety and flimsy withal, that every blast gives it a fit of the ague.
. By the time the outside of this mighty air-castle is completed, either the funds or the zeal of our adventurer are exhausted, so that he barely manages to half finish one room within, where the whole family burrow together--while the rest of the house is devoted to the curing of pumpkins, or storing of carrots and potatoes, and is decorated with fanciful festoons of dried apples and peaches. The outside remaining unpainted, grows venerably black with time; the family wardrobe is laid under contribution for old hats, petticoats, and breeches, to stuff into the broken windows, while the four winds of heaven keep up a whistling and howling above this ærial palace, and play as many unruly gambols, as they did of yore in the cave of old Æolus.
The humble log hut, which whilome nestled this improving family snugly within its narrow but comfortable walls, stands hard by, in ignominious contrast, degraded into a cow-house or pig-stye; and the whole scene reminds one forcibly of a fable, which I am surprised has never been recorded, of an aspiring snail, who abandoned his humble habitation, which he had long filled with great respectability, to crawl into the empty shell of a lobster—where he would no doubt have resided with great style and splendor, the envy and hate of all the pains-taking snails in his neighborhood, had he not accidentally
perished with cold, in one corner of his stupendous mansion.
Being thus completely settled, and to use his own words, “ to rights," one would imagine that he would begin to enjoy the comforts of his situation, to read newspapers, talk politics, neglect his own business, and attend to the affairs of the nation, like a useful and patriotic citizen ; but now it is that his wayward disposition begins again to operate. He soon grows tired of a spot where there is no longer any room for improvement-sells his farm, air-castle, petticoat windows and all, reloads his cart, shoulders his axe, puts himself at the head of his family, and wanders away in search of new lands—again to fell treesagain to clear corn-fields-again to build a shingle palace, and again to sell off and wander.
Such were the people of Connecticut, who bordered upon the eastern frontier of Nieuw Nederlandts ; and my readers may easily imagine what obnoxious neighbors this light-hearted but restless tribe must have been to our tranquil progenitors. If they cannot, I would ask them, if they have ever known one of our regular, well-organized Dutch families, whom it hath pleased Heaven to afflict with the neighborhood of a French boarding-house? The honest old burgher cannot take his afternoon's pipe on the bench before his door, but he is persecuted with the scraping of fiddles, the chattering of women, and the squalling of children—he cannot sleep at night for the horrible melodies of some amateur, who chooses to serenade the moon, and display his terrible proficiency in execution, on the clarionet, the
hautboy, or some other soft-toned instrument-nor can he leave the street door open, but his nose is defiled by the unsavoury visits of a troop of pug dogs, who even sometimes carry their loathsome ravages into the sanctum sanctorum, the parlor !
If my readers have ever witnessed the sufferings of such a family, so situated, they may form some idea how our worthy ancestors were distressed by their mercurial neighbors of Connecticut.
Gangs of these marauders, we are told, penetrated into the New Netherland settlements, and threw whole villages into consternation by their unparalleled volubility, and their intolerable inquisitivenesstwo evil habits hitherto unknown in those parts, or only known to be abhorred; for our ancestors were noted as being men of truly Spartan taciturnity, and who neither knew nor cared aught about any body's concerns but their own. Many enormities were committed on the highways, where several unoffending burghers were brought to a stand, and tortured with questions and guesses, which outrages occasioned as much vexation and heart-burning as does the modern right of search on the high seas.
The Baron Von Der Wart, accused, though it is believed unjustly,
as an accomplice in the assassination of the emperor Albert, was
The breeze threw back her hair;
All that she loved was there.
The holy heaven above;
The night of earthly love.
My Rudolph ! say not so !
Peace, peace ! I cannot go.
When death is on thy brow ?
I will not leave thee now !
Of glory and of bliss;
To strengthen me through this!
Bear on, bear nobly on!
Whose rest shall soon be won.'
And were not these high words to flow
From woman's breaking heart?
She bore her lofty part:
With such a curdling cheek-
Thou, only thou, shouldst speak!
The winds rose high-but with them rose
Her voice, that he might hear;-
To happy bosoms nea
Beside his tortured form,
Forth on the rushing storm.
She wiped the death damps from his brow,
With her pale hands and soft, Whose touch upon
the lute chords low,
She bathed his lips with dew,
As Joy and Hope ne’er knew.
Oh! lovely are ye, Love and Faith,
Enduring to the last!
And his worn spirit passed.
She knelt on that sad
Strength to forsake it not!