Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1849-08-16
Dreams.
BY c. G. vANZANDT.

\ Dreams.
II BY c. c. vANZANDT.
Il dreamed in the night, when the cold mooi
Il light
Was gliding my lattice DER,
| And the gray wind sighs made sweet nneodiC
\ Where the brook waves kissed the shore
Twas a dream of bliss for a world Ike this,
n And it cane to my heaving breast
L As banners off gold in the West unfold,
Il When the Sun-God sinks to rest.
| dreamed ofa land where the silver sand
II Was washed by the surging sea,
And Peri fair with her pearl dressed hair
Was singing song to me.
sank 10 my rest on her snowy breast,
Whilst her v, ice grew faint and low,
Till it Swcetly fell like the chime of bell,
! Borne DER where the waters flow.
Then her white arms lay as the dawn of day.
Plays round an old forest tree,
Close to me they lwine as the foam on IN
brine,
! In The wake Of a ship atsea
Oh her dark eyes CLEAN d till they a,mo.
seemed
Lone watch fires glowing bright,
And her gold lock" curlcd as the stars unrrlc,
The milky way a; night
She gave me cup and twas f aming I'D
with the nectar Venu, sips,
And the goblet was bri ht and The wine foam,
ed white
Al she pressed it to my lips
Oh passing away Yes passing away,
Foi the chalicc fell to earth,
Vadterer may seem IL is but dream,
For oar Hopes fate al their birth.
dreamed in the Day, when the sunlight lov
In rolling crimson Good,
Far over the land and the oceans strand
I'LL The sea was dyed with blood.
ne breakers roar on the sanded shore.
Where the Wave -Stceds ferceIy prance
Fer tossing their name with proud disIaip.
Urged on by their riders lance.
But my love was there and the ev'ninpair
Secmd chanting song 10 the tide
Tls strange how the heart will it's music i'm y.
par,
When happiness is it's bride.
| ihonghI was blest and each rock was d,esr
In robe Of glttcrng sheen,
Us told my love and the stars aLo,e
Came twinkling TO, bless the scene.
Has il not dream when our Hope. Stars
To shed their holIcst tight,
We start from the vision .ofthing~ all EIvsinn
And wake in storm clouded Night.
The Poet may tell right truly and well,
The brightness of" Lores Iousg Dy,an,n
Jul give me the hearts that forever will part,
nan HngS that e1iSt not, Jut seem.
There are dreams Of The Night, when tho sad
hear is light.
And the Spirit bursts its chains,
md scars away IN a food Of Day,
Where the Spirit only reigns.
here are dreams Of Youth, when the soul is
Truth,
There are dreams Of 60psh lore.
ut avaunt thee beware lis m rage oil
care, II
Aud cometh not from above. II
'dy, who was very modest and sutnis-
We before marriage, was observed by friend II
use hcr tongue pretty freely. There wa,
.lhe when almost imagined she had none.
, e>' replied the husband with a sigh, b,n
Is re'y long since.
PADucAH, Aug /. H.
a band of lawlcss thieving desparadoes,
IN tho unenyiablc appelaIion Of Flalheads. \
We Tor some time past, committed The mos, \
'rageous deprcdatons upon The honest por-
OF the population of the southern end of.
nols. This band Of thieves number about
D. NJ
For the safety Of lie and property about u
OF the mos respectable inhabitants Of that .
te formed themselves into an association
led The Regulators. Is
The aggresslons pcrpctrltcd by the Flat
ds becoming 50 nsulporiable tie regulators y
eImined to use the most vigorous mca- :"
rs TO bring the cuiprits to justice. They %
'rdlngly procured vriis for the arrest OF
OF twelve Of the Fla.hcad gang, aud sum -, -,
ned The ciiccis 80 ad I,n inihcexccu,io :,
he law ~