Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1844-05-24

tbrAe he's airn'd! With that up gets the anger
n nv breast and the heart of me began to hate,
and nv cheeks got hot as a limekiln. iii go al
Their him SAYS ], to the Dun Cow, and give him
biz of INV mnd-that will! But then began to
remember that Bidey Phelan used to go atther
Mick, her husband until he got so used to IT. that
he would say he couldn't go till Biddy came 1or
| him, and said to myself, lit shall never ne sald
| that l. dacent girl, whit aflher my husband 10
shineen shop But, then, t'would sarve nm rlghtt;
and NAV be tach him betther, whispered the eVll
shirt in nv ears fyou were to spake to MN aiore
wild bow he's drinking with; and up and threw
the tail of my gound over my shoulders, ana cross
ed the Threshold. u..t, /,
eIf he should spake cross to you Kathleen, be-
fore all them chaps wouldn't it be terrible down
fall to We said little voice in my heart no louder
than the humming of bee. Faith tits ycrself
that's right enough said l. and let down the tail
of my gound, and began to cry like child
Well, cried till Ifell fast asleep; for, though peo-
ple say that sleep seldom comes to the eyes that
have been shedding tears, have always found the
contrary; and remember the last thought had
afore | slept was, what haste my husband was
to lave me alone, while he was spending his arm
! ings at the Dun Cow slept, and dhreamt that
| | was so angry with him, that prayed to God to
take him to HIMSELF for I'd rather lose him intrc-
ly, than to have him continually LAYING me to go to
the Dun Cow to throw away his money We'll,
you shall have your will, honest woman, says
Death to me; and mighty strange it was, Peggy, |
did no feel in the Taste afraid of Death then, though
the thoughts of him ever make me feel cold shIv-
er when | am awake, and look at those love.
"But remember, says Death, that once have
granted your prayer, you'll never see your husband
again, except corpse With that saw my poor
|boy laid i'll his bed-our bed, where came to him
BRIDE and where my arm had supported hlspool
aching head through many n long weary hour wher
,ob oI tbo 1c IS
marble, Peggy, when the moon is shining Oh it II
the church-yard His hair was like the boughs Of
the willow, wet and dropping with the heavy deW'
of the night: and his lips were cold and silent al
the grave Oh, God! | shall never forget wha
| felt, when looked at him in that moment.
threw my arms around him-my hot tears drench
ed his frozen face-I called him by every tende
name-but he answered me not, he needed me not
The memory of all our ove-the happy hours o
our courtship-and the more happy ones when
first stood on his floor as wife, came back to me
and thought | had never truly loved him belor
as now did. And there he lay, with that beaut
on his pale and lieless face, that death gives whe
he has struck the blow. Just as if he wished
make us more sorrowfuI for what we have lost
thried all could TO remember how often my poe
boy had veXed me, in the hope of stopping m
grief; but-would you believe it, Peggy FL coul
not call to mind nothing but all the fond words an
loving actions of him, until my very heart SCENE
breaking, and Iprayed to God to restore him
life or to take me with him.
"Remimber, woman, said voice that soundt
like the wind, when it come signing through
wood when first the leaves begin to fall, remimb
what | tould you, if granted your prayer for h
death. YOU should never see him again allv
y oh! how terrible did the words strike on n
heart and then | felt the fearful power of him Il
priest called the King of Terrors. Pm thinkin
10 says he tits yourself that's sorry enough for yo
~ ~ wckedness in wishing for his death; but it's t.
90 late now You could't bear to lose him for
~ hour or two at the Dun Cow, but now you mi
e. lose him forever and day. You'll see his plea
~. ant smile no more, nor hear his loving voice. A
" dy, Andy, cruishlamachree, don't lave me! do
to lave me! cried |, like one that had lost all raise
g and the big tears running down my checks:
- "Faith, and won't darlint, said a voice, t
;s sound of which never expected to hear again
20 this world. Sure here | am, my colleen dhi
and he Rugged me against his warm heart, for
was no other than Andy himself that had col
70 home from the Dun Cow, and all the throube
~ was in about his death, was dhrame. From Il
= time have never secluded him, nor said a CIR
nd word about his going to the Dun Cow; for, whit
Of ever an angry thought was coming into my hei
~ ~, remembered my dhrame, and thanked God
y wasn't dead. OH Peggy dear, snch warnings
~ that are blessed things, and teach us to bear q
II forbear Praise be to His holy name who S
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