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Show COUNTRY AIR.<br><br> Another dream of our life is fulfilled. For the last eight years we have wanted a place where, for a few weeks, apart from the hard work of our profession, we could sit with our coat off, laugh to the full extent of our lungs without shocking fastidious ears, and raise Cochin-China hens of a pure breed. We always thought that we should like a place which, though secluded, would be easy of access to the city. We always wanted our morning newspaper by breakfast. This little world is so active that we cannot afford to let twenty-four hours pass without hearing what new somersault it has taken. If we should miss a single number we would not know that the day before the Czar of Russia had bee shot at. Some day we must have a certain book. We need an express to bring it. We must say "yes" or "no" to a lecturing committee at Cincinnati, Boston, Bangor or Brooklyn; and we must have a telegraph to say it. Oh, it is pleasant to sit a little back and hear the busy world go humming past without touching us, yet confident that if need be our saddle could in ten minutes rush us into it. Thank God for a good, long, free breath in the country! For the first time in ten years we feel rested. Last evening we sped along the skirt of the wood. Our horse prefers to go fast, and we like to please him; and what with the odor of red clover tops, and the breath of the woods, and the company with us in the carriage and the moonlight - it was nothing less than enchantment.-T. De Witt Talmage. |