The Illinois free trader and LaSalle County commercial advertiser. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1841-1843, 1842-08-12

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come so quick to me, whinever I'm vexcd,
that off they go, whether | will or no."
swell then, Pegg ashore, I'll tell you
how it all happened. Though as twas
a only dhream, mayhap you'll not think
so seriously of it as | did. But dhreams
come direct from heaven bekase, as they
appear TO- us when we are asleep, and
can't help ourselves, it's clear that God,
who always purtecls the helpless, sends
'em to us"
"Then fax, Kathleen, it's yersef that's
the quare woman to be believing in
dreams! But tell me what it was you
dhreamt, avourneen."
"'Twas fine summer evening, Peggy,
as ever shone ont of the heavens. The
bees were fitting about from flower to
flower, and saying, with their playsant
voices, what sweet life we lade y
The birds were singing such music, that
those who had once listened to it with
the ears of their hearts, wants no better.
And the rcd sun was going to bed, behind
purple curtains, fringed with goold, rich
err than any kings, when | sat at the open
window,-,hat same window, Peggy,
that you now see. The sweet smell Of
the flowers came to me; the brown cue
koo hoped over the field, and repeated
his cry as clear as could be; the cows
lowed in the distance, and every bird and
haste, --ay, and the little tiny crathurs,
that are smaller than the birds, might he
heard too--all was so still and calm. Oh !
in such summer-nighis, one may hear the
voice of Heaven, if one keeps ones mind
quiet, and looks up to God! But my
mind-God forgive me-was'nt quiet, for
was vexcd and angry. WELL says to
myself, 'here | am, this beautiful night,
and Andy promised he would come home
before the sun had gone to bed, and there
he has drawn his purple curtains, and put
out his blessed light, and yet the man of
the house does not come To me Sure,
It's to the Dun Cow he's gone, to dhrlnk
with them limbs of the devil and this is
49, "-y 49,. r--- is kept. like
a mhoodaun,~ watching the long hours,
while he's spending the uihe he's afraid!
With that, up gets the anger in my breast
and the heart of me began to bait, and my
cheeks got as hot as lime-kiln. I'LL go
after him. says L. to the Dun Cow, and
give him bit of my mind, that | will !
But then begun to remember that Biddy
Phelan used 10 go after Mick, her hus
band, until he got so used to it, that he
would say he couldn't go till Bddy came
for him; amp said to myself, 1T shall
never be said, that |, decent girl, whit
afihcr my husband to shibeen shop
But, thin, 'twould sarve him right, and
may be teach him belher, whispered the
Evil Spirit in my ears, 'if you were to
spake to afore the wild boys he's drink
ing with : and up, and threw the tail of
my gound over my shoulders, and cross
ed the threshold. III he should speak
GROSSLY 10 you, Kathleen, before all them
chaps, wouldn't it be terrible downfall
to We :! said little voice in my heart, no
louder than the humming of a bee. Faith.
its yersclf that's right enough, said |;
and | let down the tail of my gound, and be-
gun to cry like a child. Well, cried till
fell fast asleep for, though people say,
that sleep schooner comes to the eyes
that have been shedding tears, have al
ways found the contrary and remember
the last thought | had aiore | slept was,
What a haste my husband was 10 lave me
alone, while he was spending his airnings
at the Dun Cow! slept, and dhrcam
that was so angry with him, that ! pray
cd to God to take him to himself, for thai
I'd rather lave him intircly, than have
him LAYING me TO go to the Dun Cow tC
throw away his money. well, you shal
have your will, honest woman, say
Death to me but remember, that once
have granted your prayer, you'll noverse'
your husband again, except corpse
With that saw my poor boy laid in hi
bed, our bed, where we spent many :
; blessed night. His face was as pale a:
, marble, Peggy, when the moon is shining
ont in the churcli-yard. His hair was
, like the boughs of the willow, wet ant
dropping with the heavy dews Of night
, and his lips were cold and silent as thu
grave. Oh, God I! | shall never forge
what felt, when looked at him in tina
moment. threw my arms around him
my hot tears drenchcd his frozen face
called him by every tender namc--bu
he answered me not. The memory of al
! our love-the happy hours OF our court
t ship--and the more happy ones when