Country life -- Fiction; Farm life -- Fiction; Outdoor life -- Fiction; Rural conditions -- Fiction
That sum was accumulated, and that home and its opulent comforts and
equipage rose in the scene. He was glad he possessed it. The poorest
of his friends, the most humble of his fellows were welcome as ever
there, and he was happier, showing how a rich man could unbend, and how
much more was in his power to bless them.
Now he could travel some. Neither he nor his family has seen anything
of the world at all, and he would take them around to see it. They
should go to Saratoga a week, thence to Albany, thence to New York, and
Philadelphia. Perhaps they would go through the country in their own
private carriage, taking all the comfort of the journey. It would be
grand to visit Niagara, and bring home in their souls the sublimity of
the falls. May be they would go to Boston, and set their feet on
Bunker-hill, where his father fought in the Revolution; and if he
should ever be honored with a seat in the Legislature, or in Congress,
he would take his family with him, for he could do it as well as not.
Scene fourth was opened, and that was pleasanter than all the rest.
But he found that even twenty thousand would not be sufficient to
accomplish all his plans. Yet, he was in no dilemma. Fairbanks,
Frisbie and Fabens, had grown up into a mammoth business, and it would
be as easy to make his thirty thousand, as to turn his hand over. Make
it honestly too: and the money was all made, and he said now he had
enough in all conscience, for one man to possess. Now his comfort
would be complete.
He wondered why he should have taken it into his head to build his
house in the village, where he could not turn himself without knocking
his elbows, and 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.
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