Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1858-09-30
The Days Work Of a Zephyr.

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! A little zephyr awoke one mornin,
from its bed in the green corn, leaves
and said softly to itself, 81 will see how
much such a little breeze as / can d,
towards making this day pleasanter."
lie did not yawn and loiter, but start
ed on his mission. And first, he kisse,
gently thesleopy flowers, and woke then
up to sec the sun rise. In doing so, h,
scattered down some bright beads o
dew on the cid lark's back, who instant
lyraised her head, then plumed her wing,
and heW away, recalling, practically a
least, the maxim, that q the early birt
catches the wornl.p "a i: .,...-r
| w hen he reached the farmhouse, hi
found Its Inmates drowsy and langaid
the sqltry morning air disinelining then
for labor. But he played about THEN
heads IN his merriest meod, tanning frst
one and then another, until all were
quite refreshed. sob, what a pleasant
breeze, they exclaimed and Zephyr
felt well repaid .bno a1u.A
Next he entered the chamberofa poor
sick boy, who had been tossing all night
on a sleepless couch. G There was no
cooling in the air that entered the open
window, and the thin white curtain eros
sed before it, hung idle and motionless.
Zephyr swept by the airy gauze, ana en-
sered the room with a low, sweet mur-
muir He came laden with the breath
ofJune roses, and the little sufferer turn
ed his head eagerly toward the easement
to watch the cool futter Of the curtain,
and catch agaipo the delicious odor OF
che flowers. ooh, how lovely" he muir
INJURED; how grateful to my poor burn
ing head" Zephyr lifted his soft HAN.
gently, and kissed the fair brow: once
more. just then the old larl1-lit On the
top branch of the, big apple tree, pouring
forth such gush of melody, that the
whole orchard seemed vocal with fairy
music. Itmade the child's eye bright,
en-, and his heart thpob with exquisite
pleasure. Soon the old bid hoped
down and picked up a big worm to take
home for her young larks, breakfast, and
then the weary little boy turned his head
On his pillow, and sank into peaceful
slumber. '..'e'~
Thus Zephyr spent his day, scattering
blessings wherever hewent. More than
once he strengthened the weary footed
traveller, giving him fresh energy and
courage; he famed the flushed cheek Of
q sleeping babe, thus prolonging its
slumbers, and enabling its mother to toll
on uninterrupted. He saw little boy
trudging along the dusty roadside, cry
ing bitterly because his favofite toy was
ruined. g. Poor little fellow" thought
Zephyr, 81 will try to anluse him. So
he commenced a gay waltz IN the road
keiore him, and directly the dust. sticks,
bits of paper, and grasses were whirling
around at a mad rate, causing the little
boy to open his eyes with wonder, and
as it retreated along the road, lie gave
chase, running and laughing as gay as
the wind. His childish sorrow was for
gotten; and when the little. breeze went
up, with q laugh, into the tree tops, he
patted off to tell his companions about
its strange performance. gniHHd odt
An old man sat in his wide arm chair
by the lattice, trying to read the "Saint's
best /" but the hot air caused his head
to drop with faintness, and the book was
laid aside. Gently Zephyr sighed thro'
the whispering vine leaves, and famed
the thin, white temples, softly caressing
the silyery hair With a grateful bles-
sing on the heaven sent breeze, the old
man fell asleep, and through his dreams
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Evening shadows fell at length, and
cool night wind sprang up. Zephyr's
work for the day was done, and, very.
happy, he sank to rest in the arms of the
waving corn.
Always, my little friend, you viii find
that the surest way to be happy yourself,
is to try to make others SO; andremem-
Der that yam can do lar more toward
making every day pleasant. to those.
about you, than a hundred little zephyrs
could -