Litchfield enquirer., 1857-02-12
From the National Era. The HolydaY.

g- BY BARRY DRAKE. "I have no heart for my work today , 'ouoth the stout. stons,mason who works on the
 quay; wish were but wonder white. gull, Skimming so lightly the breast of the bay't- And the stone mason idled on the quay. 1T have no heart for my task today, 'Whined Jeanette the cap-sewer over the way; And, look, ng across the street and the quay, Her bright eye wandered along the bay I wish were but white haired pillow, With a lover-ship making my breast his pillow. " My mallets were never so heavy before, Fumed the stone-mason my hands are sore, My wrist it seems has failing trick, And the fray-spots sure are wordrous thick, I wish the day were holiday And still he idled along on the quay s "I wish the day were a holyday," .... .- . ;Fretted the cap-s p-sewcr over the way 'I wish it were Sunday and Jean were here, How gaily we'd ramble far and near. Poor Jean, how does he, wonder, to-dayT And she peeped through the blind to the yard on
 the quay. ..I don't believe Jeanette can sew to-day" Guessed the idle mason upon the Qupy--S .tT'he day is too bright, the air is too free, She cannot make caps-1ll just go and see; And think 1t Ill please the nCtlc nounes If put on my jacket instead of my blouse. "Oh. Jean, I'm so glad you have come to-day; was just now looking for you down the quay .I thought perhaps, Jeanette, you'd like to go, Since the days so fine, for little row Across the hay to tho island below, And back before dark again. Will you go?' Will I gos Oh, sure I will. Just wait, Jean; Here please help me button these seeve-cuffs on Now unpin this apron. now hand here that hat; Dear Jean, how kind of-you stupid, not that! That right now look if this collars cn square Oh Jean, what darling-zany you are .'Hive you got the boat, Jean please fold me that Not that way, not that-so, SO !; now call IN Dame Gilberte, and tell her I'm going out; Oh, Jcan how horribly loud you shout Now my parassl, Jean stop kissing me SO! Now my gloves. Am ready Yes, Jean, let's go v Right freshly the small wavss rolled in the bay, And the little boat tossed like shell that day And Jeanette was frightened, but Jean was brave, So she chung tp him close, at each big wave; Both laughed and both blushcd and looked away, And slowly they went down the heaving bay The trcmulous depths below them swung, And the stea,lfast sky above them hung; The proud ships swan the pillows there, And the town the bay shone never so fair; The walls of the fort drowned grim and great, And tn, distant ruins looked sad thereat. All day on the island they idled both; The hours sped fast, and they were not 10th; They make themselves glad with the sports of the
 el place, "E And were wanton as butterflies in chase, Until ere the time had come to go, They grew right tired and rensivs and slow. Rack they went mp the golden bay, Slowly slowly, at shut of day The pillows had sunk, and the winds were still, The ruins grew dusky and strange on the hill The ships lay like rocks on the lnotonless main, Not one of them frightened her cable chain. The mounted guns and the fort-wals grim Grew grislier as the day grew dim; .. The stars in the sky and the lights in the town Came out now quickly, one after one; : The d,y is done, the bay is passed They touch the quay, and the boat is fast. { They walk the quay with lingering pace; The workmen are gone, and hushed in the place; They cross the way-Jean fingers nShile; s They part with kiss and a languid smile; ys Aud they sleep as fast us sleepeTs can Jean dreaming of Jeanette, she dreaming of Jean. Jean work cd like beaver upon the quay, The next and the next and many day; And the little capsewer over the way, Stitched, stitched from morning till night alway; But often and often, Jean from the quay, And Jeanette, toss kisses acrcss the quay. And three months later . bride favored barge Bora down to the islands beautiful margc A score of young masons who worked on the quay, With score of young caP-scwers fair and gay; And two who went down were Jeanette and Jean, But when they came back. these two were one. Winter Song.
 1T the winds blow.
 And the snows snow, s And the fire snap spite,
 Love fs alive on winter night
 When the stars glisten,
 Listen 0 listen!
 If the world be white,
 Ho there is fun In . winter night.
 Lot the winds blew then,
 Let the snows snow then. s %'
 And the JseFld wax white,
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