The Oak Shade, or, Records of a Village Literary Association
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The Oak Shade, or, Records of a Village Literary Association
American literature -- 19th century
rear its towering form, and their disobedient husbands still take their
ease beneath its shady limbs.
It was one of these idle individuals whom Peter now beheld, and his
appearance sufficiently indicated that he had inherited a full portion
of the rewards usually attending the habits to which he was addicted.
His old, weather-beaten hat admirably betokened that it had done good
service in its time. Although the many misfortunes it had encountered,
and the narrow escapes it had made, left some very visible impressions,
they had failed to deprive it of its entire brim and crown, and the
shreds that remained still adhered to each other with a tenacity that
spoke eloquently of their former harmonious love. His ill-conditioned
apparel, like a divided household, evinced a strong disposition to
mutiny and separate, and though much had been done to keep it together,
evidently by his own unskilful hands, it still obstinately resisted his
kind endeavors. Rent pieces of what had once borne a resemblance to
cloth dangled loosely about his ankles, his knees and elbows, refusing
to be confined, had broken through the tender barriers that had encased
them, and many an old patch about his person would flap and flutter as
the soft breeze whispered by him. These outward evidences of decay,
having penetrated no deeper than his garments, exhibited his healthy
and robust proportions in attractive and amusing contrast. A smile of
satisfaction, which many of his more fortunate and prosperous neighbors
might have envied, only contributed to bring out his prominent lips in
bolder relief, and his countenance was radiant with that self-content
which admires whatever is presented, and finds no fault with anything
but inconvenience and labor. Happily for him, his rulers were more
indulgent than Draco, the Athenian law-giver, who punished idleness
with death, and the laws under which he lived more lenient than those
of the ancient Gauls, which imposed a penalty upon the young for
exceeding the measure of their girdles, because “so large a paunch,
at such early years, could proceed from nothing else but laziness and
gormandizing.” Blessed by having been born in more auspicious times,
he seemed fully aware of his better destiny. Leaning against the shady
side of his venerable friend, in whose mute companionship he so much
delighted, he was looking leisurely around, as if engaged in taking
the exact measurement of every object that met his vision. His easy
carelessness appeared to make him oblivious of the busy world, being
only occasionally disturbed as he gazed, now upon some blackened
chimney, perhaps scenting the delicious odors of a grand Epicurean
feast in the ascending smoke, then upon some stately mansion, no doubt
pondering upon the tempting yet unattainable luxuries preparing within.
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