nd where he could get no good views of nature, and hardly
land enough for a patch of green grass to spread-out washings on.

Judge Garlock had a country-seat overlooking the Cayuga, scarcely a
bow-shot from the pebbly shore, and he must have one too. He sells his
village home, purchases ten acres on a gentle and beautiful slope,
builds him a splendid house, with polished marble mantels, with
cornices, centre-pieces, and folding-doors, furnished in several rooms
with mahogany chairs and sofas, with ottomans and divans; the large
parlor graced with a fine piano, for Fanny and her sweet daughters,
when they shall come home; and his lovely acres are made more lovely by
a profusion of trees, circles and lines of white pebble walk, pink-beds
and tulips; and flourish not long without a deer-park and duck-pond, as
symbols of ancient times.

And how his heart leaps with delight as he beholds that home in
contrast with the old ones, and imagines the comfort they will find
there. Not the wet grass, or slumping soil of a farm, but the white
pebble path of a villa will he now tread, as he goes forth to enjoy the
morning and the night. And while he is out, if he chooses not to sit
down in his summer-house, and read, or look over his last paper, under
one of his maples, and has nothing else to busy his thoughts, and no
one to share his company, he can fling corn to his ducks in the pool,
and feed his gentle deer, delighting to see them enjoy his care.

Who has not a right to build as handsome a house as money will buy? He
cannot withdraw his eyes from the charming scene! He retires and
returns again and again, to linger and look upon it. The clear and
cool Cayuga shines beyond, as if hung for a mirror to reflect it; and
he sees the whole magnificent estate, the house and its terraces, the
grounds and trees, the walks and waters, the ducks and deers; even the
tulips and pinks, as plainly in its placid splendor, as you can see the
sun in the silver sky.

But he must turn, at least to breathe, for the fifth scene opens.
Still he remains a member of the firm of Fairbanks, Frisbie and Fabens.
Still at times he is seen in the store, waiting on customers, when the
others are absent, sitting now and then in the counting-room to counsel
or converse, or enjoying a cool hour on the back piazza. Still he is
very happy, yet not quite satisfied.

He has run upon the idea that a high-school is wanted in Summerfield,
and that he cannot mo