Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1842-08-26
THE DREAM.
by THE COUNTESS OF BLEssIHGTON.
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Of me can't help it,"
yet sure, haven't we tould me, that he's
as cross as may be, when he hasn't the dhrop
of drink, and as cross as can be, when he has
it, that he neglicts the chider, and snaps his
fingers in yer face. when you want to keep
him from the Dun Cow; aud alther all this ye
love him! Well, for my part, I'm but a lone
! woman to be sure, ard never know what II
was. God be praised 10 have a man on my
own floor, moulding against me, ever since
lost my poor faher-peace be to his soul -
last Christmas was eleven year; but think
could no more bear with such .raitment as you
put up with, Kathleen, then could n.y.
| 'sAragh cuishla machree; 1t Is because
you've been lone woman, and have not been
used to have a man on your door, hooidihg
| out against you, that 1t seems so hard 10 bear.
One gets used TO every thing if the course OF
J time and many is the thing that seemed dis
agreeable enough at first, that has come so
pleasant at last, that sure one has got to like
! it,"
That's what my poor o"ld granny USED TO
| say, in regard TO the snuff. 'When USED 10
take snisheen at first said she, (nay the
| heavens be her bed this blessed nightly i
ddn', like it much but alther had taken i,
| for some time, fax got used to it, and liked
| it; and Mays the lonesome hour 1t has help
| ed me over"
"Wel, thin, so it is with husbands
| ways one feels saucy word, or an impn-
dent shake Of the head, just ready to answer
him, but if one has the luck TO keep iii both,
fax twill be great blessing
But how did We find out the craft TO keep
'em in, Kathleen! For. troh, they come SO
quicn to me, whnever Pm vexed, that oil they
90, whether | will or no.
well then, Pegg ashore, III tell you how
it all happened. Though as twas only
dream, may hap you'll not thlnk SO seriously
of i, as did. But dreams come direct from
heaven bekase, as they appear TO US when
we are asleep, and can't help ourselves. its
clear that God, who always purtects the help
less, sends 'em 10 u.s.
Then fax, Kathleen, It's yerself that's
the quare woman 10 be believing IN dhreams
But tell me wha, il was you dhreamt, avouT-
neen"
Twas fine summer evening, Peggy, as
ever shone out Of the heavens. The bees were
hitting about from flower TO flower, and say
ing, with their paysant voices, wv hat aweet
life we lade!' The birds were singing such
music, that those who had once listened 10 II
with the ears Of their hearts, wants 90 better.
And the red was going to bed, behind
purple curtains, iringed with goold, richer than
any kings, when sat :, the open window
tina, same window, Peggy, that you now
see. The sweet smell OF the flowers came TO
me; the brown cuckoo hoped over the field
aud repeated his cry as clear as could be; the
COWS lowed in the distance. and every bird
and bas,e,-ay, and the liltle tiny crathers,
tina, are smaller than the smallest birds,
migh, be heard .oo,-ail was so still aud calm.
Oh. in such summer-nights, 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
ycxed 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 pu, out his blessed light,
aud yet the man Of the house does not come
to me. Sure, Ills to the Dun Cow he is gone,
to drink with them limbs of the devil; and
this Is the way that poor woman is kept,
like n.h0oaoan, watching the long hours,
while he's spending the tribe he's arn'd!
With that, up gels the anger in my breast
and the heart of me began to bait, and my
cheeks got as no, as hot as lime-hiln. I'll
| 90 after him. says !, TO the Dun Cow, and
| give him bit OF my mind, that | will! Bu,
then begun to remember that Bidjy Phean
| used to 90 after Mick, her husband, until he
90, SO used to it, that he would say he couldn't
90 till Bddy came for him; and said to my
self, III shall never be said, that l, decent
girl, whit alihet my husband to a shbeen
shop But, thin, 'twoud sarve him righ',
and may be teach him bether,' whispered the
Evil Spirit in my ears. If you were to spake
10 him aiore the wild boys he's drinking with
him; and up, and threw the tail Of my
ground over my shoulders, and crossed the
threshold. If he should speak GROSSLY to you
Kathleen, before all them chaps, wouldn't 1t
be terrible downfall to yea said a little
voice in my heart, no louder than the humm-
ing Of bee. Faith lis yersef that's right
enough said and | let down the tail OF my
ground, and begun 10 cry like child. Well,
| cried till l fell las, asleep; for though
people say, tina, sleep schooner comes TO
the eyes that have been shedding tears, have
always found the contrary; and | remember
The last thought had aiore | slept was, What
u haste my husband was TO lave me alcne,
while he was spending his ai,nings at the
Dun Cow! slept, and dhrempt Una, was
so angry with him, that | prayed TO God to
take him to himself, I'D rather lave him in,ire.
ly him laving me to, go TO the Dun Cow to
throw away his money. Well, you shall
have your will honest woman, says Death
TO me, but remember, that once have granted
your prayer, you'll never see your husband
again, except corpse.'' With that | saw.
my poor boy laid in his bed, our bed, where
we spent many blessed night. His face
as pale as marble, Peggy, when the moon is
shining out in the church-yard. His hair was
like the boughs of the willow, wet and droop-
ing with the heavy dews of night; and his
lips were cold and silent as the grave. Oh,
God shall never forget what felt, when
looked at him in that moment. threw my
arms around hlm-mV bot tears dIenched his