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comforts of imperfect arrangements were almost forgotten, and Mr. Sibthorpe acknowledged that a greater amount of absolute labor than he had supposed himself capable of, had really benefited his health and spirits. To till the soil is tiresome enough, but it was only pleasure to dig in the garden at his wife's solicitation. The care of horses has its disagreeables; but he could generally hire some kind of a biped who would attend to the ponies after his own fashion, and for the rest — did not the daily drive with Florella and Charlotte through the "openings" more than compensate for all the personal supervision which he himself bestowed on them?

And so the time wore on, and, for people out of their element, the Sibthorpes were the happiest family I ever saw. But it so happened that Mrs. Sibthorpe, who continued her active life after her friends thought it would have been prudent to adopt a more quiet one, was taken ill, unexpectedly, and while all needful aid was distant and the roads in their worst state.

The physician was six miles off, and the nurse a good deal further, and the kindness and sympathy of some women in the neighborhood were the only available resource. With these, most happily, our friend did as well, and perhaps better, than crowned heads are apt to do in similar straits; and something which it is proper to call a fine boy, was dressed and being fed and toasted when the doctor

· arrived. But though all was thus happily over, Mr. Sibthorpe's anxiety amounted to absolute anguish in view of the isolated position in which he fancied himself. From the fever of solicitude in which I found him the next day, I can but wonder that he had not died outright before the physician and nurse made their appearance. He walked the floor with a most perturbed step, and wiped his forehead almost as often as on that burning prairie where we first met him. He declared that nothing to be named, of earthly good, would tempt him to endure again the anxiety he had suffered; and we could not but think his feelings very natural, although to us old settlers they appeared so exaggerated. It takes time, and something else too, before those who have been accustomed to deify art can venture to place confidence in nature. And it must be allowed that few things are more depressing than the lack of proper attendance for the sick.

Mrs. Sibthorpe was about very soon after, and quite absorbed in her new cares, if cares they could be called, which seemed to be mere recreation. She was one of those enviable people who accomplish a great deal without ever seeming busy; and by the habit of never really losing a minute of time, she was able to take good care of her baby with very imperfect aid, and at the same time to find leisure enough for her favorite pursuits. O! she was a jewel of a woman, that dear Mrs. Sibthorpe! With nothing of the pattern woman about her, she was

an example for any body; and yet we must lose her!

This same difficulty of procuring any thing like comfortable domestic service grew to be an intolerable evil. The cottage, with all its charms,—and they were many, required yet this additionsomebody to keep it clean. Little Dudley was a treasure, and treasures must have keepers. Our friend Mrs. Sibthorpe, lovely as she was, and is, was yet mortal, and must have something to eat, and Mr. Sibthorpe, though a philosopher, in his way, was but a man, and had been accustomed to lean a good deal on his fellow-men. While the novelty lasted, it did very well to turn menial labors into play, and split wood and curry the horses for exercise. But it has always been found that amusements after a while become tiresome, and our friends were no exception to the general rule. Only one of the four people who came with them to the wilds now remained, and she, though faithful as gold, had a terrible proneness to ague, and was given to going beyond her strength as soon as she was able to do any thing.

After much reluctance and many ingenious expedients Mr. Sibthorpe concluded to leave the cottage for the winters at least, and make a temporary sojourn in Detroit, where a moderate amount of money will buy a goodly number of comforts, and where there is yet to be found a class of people

who are willing to sing second, for a consideration.

Mrs. Sibthorpe sighed and shook her head at this plan. She would have preferred the dear cottage with all drawbacks, and she felt assured that after a while, some of these difficulties would be overcome. But Mr. Sibthorpe's imagination was apt to run away with him, and in this instance the one frightful shadow of desertion in sickness had taken possession of his fancy. He could have been content for himself to have lived on "mashed potatoes" without "minced veal;" but it was impossible to attempt to bring up an infant without a physician at one's elbow. Laugh at this, O ye thousands of ruddy urchins, whose dancing eyes. light up our forests! how many of you are there on whom learned leech never looked! whose wild pulses beat as they list, untouched by the finger of science!

The thing was settled our regrets were but too sincere and too natural, for winter is the time when neighbors are most valuable. At this point of affairs, two of Mr. Sibthorpe's English relatives died within a week of each other, and our friend found himself a rich man, with the necessity of returning immediately to England. Here was a dilemma we did not know whether to be glad or sorry affection pleaded both ways.

Mrs. Sibthorpe declared she should never love

any spot on earth so dearly as she did her American cottage; but, from what we hear of Dudley Park, I fancy it will not be natural to sigh after Newton Grange.

When our dear neighbors reached Newyork on their way home, they sent us, among other kind remembrances, a packet of letters the same they had written to friends in the city during the progress of their first year in the woods.


Knowing your interest in these matters," wrote Mr. Sibthorpe, "I thought you might like to see the progress of our initiation into things so new to us, and you are quite welcome to make such use as you see fit of the quotable parts of these letters, if you should think they might be of the slightest use to any body." With this permission I venture to select such portions of the correspondence as refer more particularly to the character of forest life, premising only that the letters were addressed to a brother-in-law of Mr. Sibthorpe and his wife, - English people who had resided many years in Newyork.

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