Charlemont; Or, the Pride of the Village. a Tale of Kentucky

The domestic legend which follows, is founded upon actual events of comparatively recent occurrence in the state of Kentucky. The stormy and rugged winds of March were overblown—the first fresh smiling days of April had come at last—the days of sunshine and shower, of fitful breezes, the breath of blossoms, and the newly-awakened song of birds. Spring was there in all the green and glory of her youth, and the bosom of Kentucky heaved with the prolific burden of the season. She had come, and her messengers were everywhere, and everywhere busy.