as you say,
mother."

"I like your ideas of greatness, Fanny," replied Mrs. Fabens, "I like
your ideas of greatness, and am glad you do not join those foolish
girls in a pride that would despise such a young man. True greatness
is of the mind, and riches are of the heart. But let us hurry with our
refreshments, for it is beautiful out now, and they must be hungry, and
we will enjoy it with them."

They plied themselves briskly, and about four o'clock the white cloths
were laid under a cool maple shade-tree, and on them was spread a
sumptuous lunch of fricasseed chickens, to be taken leisurely with
flowing cups of coffee, and followed with saucers of raspberries and
cream, and large and luscious pieces of blackberry pie. The look of
thankfulness and cheer which the men all returned for such a
refreshment, more than rewarded them, and sweet was the gratification
with which they themselves and the good-hearted Fabens partook of the
rural meal.

The presence of William Fabens also, enhanced the interest of the hour,
and furnished conversation which all were glad to hear. William Fabens
was a cousin of the Squire's, whom he had not seen before that month,
since they were boys in Cloverdale. William had gone to New York city
about the time Matthew went to Summerfield; and was now an intelligent
merchant still in trade, and was out on his first visit to the Lake
Country. He appeared much like the Squire, only a little more stately
and active, and he possessed great practical wisdom and fine common
sense. He carried a rich country nature to the city, and he had
cultured it finely, and it was bearing fair and mellow fruit. He had a
double life in consequence, and country life _citified_, perfected his
capabilities and joys.

He had found that life in the country and town, was life in very
different spheres, with different manifestations, and each a different
set of lights and shadows. Life in the country was more natural,
spontaneous and quiet; life in the town was more artistic, ambitious,
and flushed with fever heats. Life in the country was picturesque,
like the green, lovely landscapes in which it bloomed; life in the town
was statuesque, like the flocking forms that pressed upon its sight and
jostled it on its crowded way. Life in the country breathed in music;
life in the town abounded in incidents and actions.

He remembered with grateful pleasure the noble occupations and
amusements of country life. B