Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1856-05-10
miscellaneous.
" THE DREAM.o
by LADY BLEssINdToN.


Faith do; and sore against my will,
too, sometimes; but roth, mavoureen,
for the life of me | can't help it, yet,
sure, haven't we tould me that he's as
cross as may be when be hasn't the dhrop
of drink, and as cross as can be when
he has it; that he neglicts the childer,
and snaps his fingers in yer face when
you want to keep him from the Dun
Cow; and afther all this We love him ?
Well, for my part, I'm but lone woman
to be sure, and never knew what it was
God be praised to have man on
my own floor, moulding out against me,
ever since lost my poor father-pace
be to his sowl LAST Christmas was elev-
en- years; but think | could no more
bear with such treatment as you put up
with, Kathleen, than | could fly
'Aragh cuishlamachree it is because
you've been lone woman, and have not
been used to have man on your floor,
moulding out against you, that it seems
so hard to bear. One gets used to every
thing in the coorse Of time; and many
is the thing that seemed disagreeable
enough at first, that has come so pleasant
at last, that sure one has got to like it,
That's what my poor ould granny used
to say, in regard to the snuff When |
began to take snisheen at first said she,
(may the heavens be her bed this blessed
night y Il didn't like it much but af-
Their had taken it for some time, faith
| got used to it, and liked it, and many's
the lonesome hour it has helped me over
Well, thin, so it is with husbands
ways; one feels saucy word, or an inn
pudent shake of the head, just ready to
snswer him; but if one has the luck to
keep in both, sure't will be great blcs-
sing But how did ye find out the
craft to keep 'em in, Kathleen2 for troth
they come so quick to me whenever I'm
vexed, that off they go, whether | will
or no. Well, then, Pegg ashore, I'll
eel you how it all happened; though,
as twas only dream simple dhream
--mayhap you'll not think so seriously
of it as | did But dhreams come d.
rect from heaven; bekase, as thoy appear
to us when we are asleep, and can't help
ourselves, it's clear that God, who always
purtects the helpless, sends 'em to us.
Besides, sure, though the body is asleep
the soul is awake, and can better under
stand the thoughts that God sends when
she is not bothered by the foolish rhau-
mesche* of the poor weak creature she
is forced to lodge with for a time on this
earth. Sure, Peggy, sleepislike death I;
it is solemn and a holy thing, blessed
be the giver! And as in death the truth
is shown TO us, so in sleep, the truth, or
the shadow of truth, may be revealed,
which, in our waking hours, we are too
busy with bodily wants to listen TO as
we ought Then faith, Kathleen, its
yerself that's the quare woman to be be-
lieving in dhreams But tell me what
it was you dhrcampt, avourneen.'-
"Twas a fine summer evening, Peggy,
as ever shone out Of the heavens. The
bees we're fitting about from flower to
flower, and saying, with their playsant
voices, What sweet life we lade =
The birds were singing such music, that
those who have once listened to it with
the ears Of their hearts, want no better.
And the red sun was going to bed, be-
hind purple curtains, fringed with goold,
richer than any kings, when l sat at the
open window-thc same window, Peggy,
that you now see. The sweet smell of
the flowers came TO me the brown
cuckoo hoped over the field, and repeat
cd his cry as clear as could be; the cows
lowed in the distance, and every bird
and baste-ay, and the little tiny era
thurs that are smaller than the birds,
might be heard too-all was so still and
calm. Oh in such summer nights one
may hear the voice of God, if one keeps
ones mind quiet, and looks up to heaven
But my mind--God forgive me wasn't
quiet, for was vexed and angry -
We'll, said / 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 put out his blcs-
sed light, and yet the man of the house
does not come to me! Sure, It's to the
Dun Cow he's gone, TO drink with them
limbs Of the devil; and this is the way
that poor woman Is kept, like a mhoo-
daun, watching the long hours, while
he's spending the thrihe he's ARMED ?
aIrish Elridlc falk "a fool