The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1855-09-13
For the National Era.
7 HE H OIL Y D AY.
BY BARRY BRAKE.

" | have no heart for my work To day.
Guolh the stout slone-mason who works the quay;
" My mallets arc heavy, my chscs dull;
] wish were but yonder white gull
Swimming lightly the breast OF the bay
And the tone-mason idled upon the quay
81 have heart for my task today
Whined Jeanette the cap-sewer the way;
And looking across the street and the quay,
Her bright eyes wandered along the bay
g | wish were but a white haired billow
With lover-ship making my breast his pillow"
My mallet heavy before"
Fumed the stone mason; any hands are sore,
My wrist it seems ha. n failing trick,
And the fray-spots wondrous thick
| wish the day a hoyday;"
And still he dled along the quay.
81 wish the day u holyday,"
Freted the cap-sewer the way;
81 wish it were Sunday, und jean here,
How gay we'd ramble far and near
Poor Jean, how does he, wonder, today"
And she peeped through the blind the yard quay
IL don't believe Jeanette can sew today
Guessed the idle mason upon the quay
The day is too bright, the air is too free;
She cannot make caps-Il Just go and see;
And think it'll please the little mouse
III put OH my JAG ket instead OF my blOuse.1
"Oh Jean, I'm glad you have come to-day;
was just now looking for you, down the quayn
81 thought perhaps Jeanette, you'd like TO go,
Since the days so fine, for n little row
Across the bay, to the island below,
Aud back before dark again. Will YOU 20?
VIII go! Oh, sure will Just wait Jean;
Here, please help me button these slceve-cu6s on;
Now unpin this apron now hand here that hat
Dear JEAN how kind oE-yOu stupid not that!
Hhuffe ri.r ,V Ill. d.
Oh, Jean, what n darling-zany you are!
Have you got the boat Jean? please fold that shawl
Not that way, not that-so call
Dame Gilberte, and tell her I'm going OUT
Oh, Jean, how horribly loud you shout.
Now my parasol, Jean; stop kissing so.
Now my gloves. Am ready! Yes, JEAN let's CO."
Right freshly the small waves rolled in the bay,
And the little boat tossed like a shell that day;
And Jeanette was frightened but Jean brave,
So she chung TO him close, each big wave;
Both laughed and both blushed and looked away,
And slowly they went down the heaving bay
The tremulous depths below them swung
And the steadfast sky above them hung;
The proud ships swan the pillows there,
And the town OH the bay shone fair;
The walls of the fort frorSned grim and great,
And the distant ruins looked sad thereat.
All day on the island they dled both
The hours sped fast, and they not 10TH
They make themselves glad with the sports Of the place
And were wanton butterflies in chase
UNTIL ere the time had to go,
They grew right tired and pensive and slow
Back they went up the golden bay,
Slowly, slowly, al shut OF day;
The pillows had sunk, and the winds were still,
The ruins grew dusky and strange the hill
The ships lay like rocks the molionless main,
Not one ofthem tightening her cable chain.
The mounted guns and the forwalls grim
Grew grislier the day grew DIM
The stars in the sky and the lights in the
Came quickly, one after one
The day is dene, and the bay is passed
They touch the quay and the boat is fast.
They walk the quay with lingering pace;
The workmen gone, and hushed is the place;
They cross the way-Jean fingers awhile;
They part with kiss and languid smile
And they sleep fast seepers ean-
Jean dreaming of Jeanette, she dreaming of Jean.
Jean worked like beaver upon the quay,
The next and the next and many day;
And the little cap-sewer, over the way,
Stitched, stitched from morning I'LL night Away;
But often and often, Jean from the quay,
And Jeanette, toss kisses across the way
And three months later bride favored barge
Bore down 10 the islands beautiful marge
A score of young masons who worked OIL the quay,
With score of young cap-sewers fair and gay;
And two who went down Jeanette ane Jean,
But when they came back, these two were one
DIsUYIoN FAILURE.-Mr Benton is correct
in saying that separation is no remedy" 1t
would not free US from the annoyances of fanat-
les and fools in the free States. They are no
more responsible for Slavery now than they