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Show -- WOMAN'S EXPONENT rT - TT r , j "r. V vy ' ' l nil to mc enu. nitonV across our pathl and where the tangled Exponent WOMA N'S ;.V. j shrubbery and ferns grew in luxurious profusfonyand wild berries hung gracefully from heavy ladenbushes, were all cuj down, and only great stumps and small underwood marked the spot,so cherished amonrthe fond recollection sof the past. Many of the great wide spreading elms, which form iuch a deasant feature of New England scenery, are one;some riven by lightning, some dying from the eating away of worms, ana some nave fallen by the "woodman's axe," that spared them not because of the new civilization that has spared not anything that stood in the way of railroads.. Y?t thrreTare miies and miles of woods in the country, but they are not the forests of long ago, but the new growth of modern times. Talking of woods and trees, one cannot help recalling the graceful, fragrant Jiemlock, and fer- -' Longfellow's words: vently we can -- Editor. EMMEUN& B. 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O, hemlock tree! how faithful are thy v all baffles the branches i" description. reality cause, forsooth, The places that once knew you so well, know And to think of going to one's old home, and ypu no longer; only here and there you may find finding the hemlock grove all cut away; the trees some old man or woman who remembers you Under whose sheltering boughs we had sat rapt.in when a child, but can see none, ) fthe resemblance glad visions of the bright and glowing future, and in the mature and somewhat faded matron. "Why, where in childhood's earliest days we had gone you used to have such Vosy cheeks and lips said with dolls and toys to play upon the mossy rocks; one old lady. ".'"So J had, once," was the reply, that were swept by the overhanging boughs, and "but remember, When you knew me was more where we listened in childishgladness to the than forty years igo." This was" the village dress of merry-birand the soft ripple of the maker, who came twicc.a. year to our house, and,; songs murmuring brook, the same old brook that still in facVto all ih6 houses .in the village, to cut and flows on and on, unconscious of those who played" fit and help make the summer and winter clothing. along its flowery banks, and sometimes caught, We used to think she was an old maid then, but from out its crystal waters, the pretty minnows, now she is a very old maid. She was very prim and now and then a speckled trout ; yes, the same and precise, always looked so distant, as much as brook, where, morning after morning, during to say, A' No ope must come too near me," and we childhood and girlhood, we went to wash our little people stood quite in awe of her; she wore a face and bathe bur forehead in the cool water, and green silk calash with a ribbon bridle, and carried where our good sister Delia says we "caught the a. long green silk bag, which contained, among inspiration of poesy." The same brook, too, other things, her scissors, patterns and articles for where, on a cold and frosty morning in the dead use in the art of dressmaking. We children of winter, 1843, the solid ice waVcut 'away just be- never ventured to peep into that tag, though our low the dam and a knot of people gathered on either curiosity was very great to see all that it contained, side to see the "Mormon" Elder baptize the new but upon no account would mother allow us to converts to -- the unpopular faith. The little touch it. In those days little girls didn't venture brook we called it, on our old homestead, only a to ask as many questions as they do now, or perfew rods from the house, whereafter seven others, haps wemight have found out what else the long older and wiser, had received baptism, we, too bag did have in it; but after all it. is very romantic went down with timid feet and palpitating heart,' to revel in mystery, and we had that pleasure at ., least. doubting our own courage, to receive, at the hands of one commissioned from on high, the "Does New England look to you as it did when sacred ordinance of baptism for. the remission you left?" is a question we are more often asked of sins. than any other, or, "Are you disappointed in seeAs we stood there onnhat wintry day, when the ing New England again, after all these years?" brook was frozen over, as on that other time in "Not neatly so much disappointed as we had been the "long ago,"inany thoughts flashed o'er us.th tofd we would be," has been usually the answer. whole scene was in vision, and the Yet .there are various disappointments. Ont is in rose question involunfarily,Where are they now the woods, although it may be said, the woods in who came there then to be immersed in water and winter are not like the woods in summer, yet the enter through the door into, the true Church?" rjld New England.woodsaswe remember them are All gone, behind the. vail, save one, and that one mostly gone cut down and used up, and the standing there viewing over again that solemn of trees is not so large, and does not scene on that wintry morning. The cold north strike one with the same sort of reverence as did wind was blowing fiercely, and shrieking, too, as the old forests of forty and fifty years ago. Here and if moaning for the departed and the desolation there we found some woodland forests more like" that seemed spread around;, and the old fashioned "the olden time," though it was winter, and 's weJl sweep, a few feet away, creaked heavily poem,"Woods in Winter," came to mind: and down. We were started from our reverie up bv . ds -- ; :. " jx-enacte- d , new-growt- h Long-fellow- ''When winter woods are piercing chill. - .. . . But still wild music is abroad, Pale desert woods! within your crowd; And gathering winds, in hoarse accord, Amid the vocal reeds pipe .loud." The dear old beech woods through , -- And through the hawthorn blows the gale With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the lonely vale. . a,!vuu ta51un lwo e, e which we had so often roamed, where the partridges were DQckets-f- or waterTand it seemed to us a sacrilege for him to take this water for such common-usso reverentially we looked upon this stream in which we had been buried, that we might be admitted to the Church1 of Jesus Christ upon-thearth. In silent contem-platio- n we drew nearthe frozen stream and walked across gazing down into its placid the ice had been cut away, and in water, where our heart and soul renewing with determined will the covenants then and afterwards entered iato, to remain falth- - thiLjlv4'afld--aiwdp.Birtino- strong ' testimony came with v Only of the t :fitial triumph of rviri$$w&& right ONOaugtU and gave such confirmation to the soul that It seemed ;a mockery 1o, stand there silent with folded hands, and Only listen to the voices in the winds. Vi From out that little village and the surrounding farms about forty persons, hadbeen, cpnyertei and gathered to Nauvoo. Some brave and true died by the wayside,, when the Saints were driven from their homes in that once beautiful city, and only a few still remain alive of that 4lsst .iiKa knnael message of salvatioii, and laid their all upon the altar of their faith. We found as many rocks as of old the people have not succeeded, in getting rid of this feature of the land, but the pretty villages ire; many of them, left sort of desolate, and many farming houses we saw untedanted'and farms uncultivated. The flourishing, towns and villages are where the railroads run and the factories and machine shops are built, and V large part of .this population is made up ofJrish.and French Canadians."" And think of grand old Puritanical Boston having an Irish Mayor! We might almost fancy some of those old primitive Bostonians rising out of Jheir graves and protesting against this usurpation o their rights, if the dead troubled themselves about It is very galling to many of earthly conditions. the proud old Yankees to be obliged to tamely submit to this sort of thtng,,but so it is ; and we could not forbear telling some of them, occasionally, when-- good opportunity offered, that if things did not change with them it would not be long until there would be more descendants of the Old Puritan stock in Utah, than there would be in the New EnglandStates, proud as they .are of their blood, and muchas they despise the Mor mons. Old maids and old bachelors, still abound, and families are mostly very smaiirSomefimes one meets with a large family, but it is among the lowly born, and even rarely there; arid at the rate they are decreasing it will not take long for the Puritan race tojdie rout; It Ms not a pleasant thoughMo dweirupon for one whose attachments for New England and her people are specially strong; there are . causes for these effects, but at present we are not dealing with the why's and wherefore's, but simply touching upon facts. There are many interesting things and places which one might elaborate upon, but one letter, or two, or three would not "tell.it all." Oh,' no; we have' material for many sketches culled in our travels here and elsewhere since leaving home. As for religiont we find a variety of kinds and some strong advocates for each: sect or denomination; but many 'more, the Jarger number, are "lovers of pleasure," seeking for their own aggrandizement, comfort, happiness, or ambition. Their ministers preach for hire, and' the rich have their own churcnes, where the tpoor cannotl afford to 0. On one occasion, going through a very handsome .church, said by some to be the finest finished of any in the City of Boston, a lady of the party remarked she "would "like very much to attend ' service there regularly." I n a moment we asked, "Why don't you, then?" to which she replied it would be impossible for her to afford it, the seats were sq expensive. Think of such being the Gospel Christ preached without money and without price 1; This proves it cannot be. At another time, in' a revival meeting at Temple, Boston, on a Sunday evening, we happened to' sit in the same seat with- several Vere young men. After a part of over, the contribution7 boxes were passed around; they were very- odd looking, and had long handles to reach along theseats; evidently the. young" men were not prepared, for, with an air of dispist," they turnedawayi and one spoke loud enough 'wr tts : - - a -- - ra-., 'I : Tre-mo- nt 1 - -- -- the-servic- es -- 9 |