New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1850-12-12

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NH tboy row too warm dispose myself Tor
e,-,,itg ri such sober aud thoushIni 4uie'ugI'
a. h.lifyo ~, nv soul. that very !c'. ~ ~ 49,
/ 'o,,, men we the good fortune 70 cIlj'y
NJ. tenant meantime IN the otncf Iouih' "a"
- -. ard thep-- though there Is timex stone
- ~" ai,,i hroad entry overwhelmingly
-f-5.srces with his Wiic, 10 put two baoies 70
- This occupies them, should say usually
+ IN hour though my only measure OF time, Tor
Ever rry . watch into the cOGntryl IS the bla2e
II my fire. BY ten, or Whereabouts, my stock OF
wood is nearly exhausted pile upon the hot
Goals wha, remains and sit watching how 1t KIN
dies and biGzes, and goes out,-even like our
lows and then, slip by the light OF the cmbers
INTO my bed where Iuxuriate in such sound and
healthfol slumbcr as only such rafting window
frames, and country air, can supply
But to return the other eyenlng-lt happenca
to be on my last visit to my farm-house-when
had exhausted all the ordinary rural topics Oh
thought had formed all sorts of conjectures as TO
the income OF the year; had planned ne" wan
around one lot, and the clearing up OF ahotnef'
nov covered with patrlarchal wood aud "ohdef'
ed if the little rcketty house would not be aiteT
all snug enough box, to live and to die nj tel.
on a sudden into such unprecedented me o.
thought which took such deep hold oil my syn,
pathes--sometimes even starting tears-sn&t l
determined, the next day, to set as mucn Oh II ds
could REGAL, on paper.
blaze, q am bachelor ot-say SIX ana twenty
or possibly plaintiye cry OF the baby ia my ten
ants ROOM had suggested to ae the thought Oh
Marriage
full of my wood; and now, said |, bracing myseI
couragcously between the arms OF my chall,-
III not finch -I'll pursue the thought wherever
it leads though it lead ne to the ID am apt to
be hasty,)-a least-C0ntnued !, sottcmng,-
until my ire IS out
The wood was green, and at first showed no dis
position to blaze. IL smoked lurously. Smoke,
thought l. always goes before blaze aud so does
doubt 20 before decision: and my Revcrie, from
that very starting point, slipped into this shape
We wish W could give the "Reverie" entire,
but must pass over this most exquisite burst Of
feeling, opying only portion the conclusion
It describes the falling Of the fire into Ashes,
or the close OF the day dream in which the Bach
elor has enjoyed the heavenly brightness of the
domestic hearth.
But the trial comes: colder and colder were
growing the crn6crs
That wife, over whom your love broods, is fad
ing. Not beauty fading that, now that yourheart
is wrapped in her being, would be nothing
She with quick eye your dawning appre
hension, and she tries hard to make that step OF
| hers elastic
Your trials and your loves together have cen
tered your affections. They are not now as when
you were a lone man, wide spread and superficial.
They have caught from domestic attachments
| finer tone and touch. They cannot shoot out ten
drills into barren word.soi and suck up thence
| strengthening nutriment They have grown I'M
der the forcing glass of the homo-roof, they will
| not now bear exposure.
You do not now look men in the face as il
heart bond was linking you-as il a community OF
feeling lay between There is q heart-bond that
absorbs all others there is community that mo-
! nopolizes yourteelng. When the heart lay wide
open before it had grown upon, and closed around
particular Objects it could take strength and cheer
from hundred connections that now seem colder
| than ice.
And now those particular objects-aas foryou!
are failing.
What anxiety pursues YOU How you struggle
TO fancy-there is no danger; how she struggles
| to persuade you there is no danger
How it CRATES now on your oar-the toll and tur-
mol of the city 1t music when you were
alone it was pleasant even, when from the din
you were celebrating comforts iorthe chenshedo OBJ
| iects when you had such sweet escape when
evening drew near
Now it maddens you to see the world careless
while you are stepped in care. They hustle you
in the street. they smile at you across the table;
they bow carelessy over the way; they do not
know what canker is at your heart.
The undertaken comes with his bill for The dead
boy funeral. lie knows your grief; heis respect
full You bless him in your soul You wish the
| laughing street gOers were all undertakers
Your eye follows The physician he leaves your
| house: is he wise, you ask yourself; is he pru-
| dent is he the best! Did he over fails he
| never iorgetful
And now the hand that touches yours, is it no
thinner-no whittier than yesterday Sunny days
| come when she revives color comes back; she
breathes ireer; she picks flowers; she meets you
with smile; hope lives again
But the next day OF storm she is fallen. She
cannot talk even; she presses your hand.
You hurry away from business before your
time What matter for clients-who is to reap
the rewards What mattertor fame-whose eye
will it brighten? What matter for riches-whose
is the inheritance!
You find her propped with pillows she is look.
ing over little pictue.book bethumbed by the
! dear boy she has lost. She hides it in her chair
| she has pity on you
- Another day of revival when the spring
sun shines, and flowers open out Of doors she
| leans on your arm, and strolls into the garden
| where the first birds are singing. Listen to them
| with her what memories are in bird songs You
| need not shudder at her tears-they are tears Of
Thanksgiving, Press the hand that lies light upon
your arm, and you, too, thank God, while yet you
may
You are early homc-mid afternoon. Your step
is not light; it is heavy, terrible.
They have sent for you.
She is lying down her eyes half closed her
| breathing long and interrupted
She hears you; her eyes opens you put your
hand in hers; yours trembes hers does not
Her lips move it is your name
"Be strong she says, {" God will help you!o
She presses harder your hand -"Adienl'
A long breath-another you are alone again.
No tears now poor man You cannotfi find them
= Again home early. There is smell OF
varnish in your house A coffin is there they
have clothed the body in decent grave clothes,
and the undertaken is screwng down the lid,
slipping round on tip-toe Does he fear to wa,
ken her
he asks you simple question ABOUT the inscrip
ton upon the plate, rubbing it with his coat cuff
You look him straight in the eye; you motion to
the door; you dare not speak