Randolph County journal. [volume] (Winchester, Randolph County, Ind.) 1855-1862, 1858-09-09


how much such little breeze as l.
can do otowaris making this day pleas
anter."
He did not yawn and loiter. but
started at once on his mission. And
first. he kissed gently the sleepy flow
ers, and woke them up to see the sun
rise. In doing so, he scattered down
some bright beads of dew on the old
lark's back. who instantly raised her
head. then pinned her wings and few
away; recalling, practically, at least,
the maxim. that "the early bird catches
the worm"
When he reached the farmhouse.
he found its inmates drowsy and Ian
guild, the sultry morning air disinclin-
ing them for labor. But he played
about their heads in his merliest mood,
tanning first one and then another. un-
til all were quite refreshed. "Oh,
what pleasant breeze" they exclaim-
ed; and Zephyr fell well repaid.
Next he entered the chamber Of a
poor sick boy, who had been tossing
all night on slcepless couch. There
was no cooling in the air that entered
the open window, and the thin white
curtain crossed before it. hung idle and
motionless. Zephyr swept by the airy
gauze, and entered the room with a
low, sweet murmur. He came laden
with the breath Of June roses, and the
little sufferer turned his head eagerly
toward the easement, to watch the cool
fiutter of the curtain, and catch again
the delicious odor of the flowers
"Oh, how lovely !" he murmured;
"how grateful to my poor, burning
head" Zephyr lifted his soft hair
gently, and kissed the fair brow once
more. just then the old lark lighted
on the top branch of the big apple
tree, and poured forth such gush Of
melody, the whole orchard seemed
vocal with fairy music. 1t made the
child's eye brighten. and his heart
throb with exquisite pleasure. Soon
the old bird hoped down and picked
up big worm to take home for her
young lark's breakfast, and then the
weary little boy turned his head on
his pillow and sank into a peaceful
slumber.
Thus Zephyr spent his day scatter
ing blessings wherever he went. More
than once he strengthened the weary
footed traveller, giving him fresh ener-
gy and courage; he famed the flushed
checks of the slec ping babe. thus pro-
longing his slumber, and enabling its
mother to toll on uninterrupted. He
saw little boy trudging along the
roadside, crying bitterly because his
favorite toy was ruined. poor little
fellow" thought Zephyr; Il will try
to amuse him" So he commenced a
gay waltz in the road before him, and
directly the dust. sticks, bits of paper,
and grasses were whirling around at
mad rate, causing the little boy to
open his eyes wide with wonder, and
as it retreated along the road he gave
chase, running and laughing, as gay
as the wind. His childish sorrow was
forgotten; and when the little breeze
went up. with laugh, into the tree
tops, he pattcred off to tell his COM
panioas about its strange performance.
An old man sat in his wide arm
chair, by the lattice, trying to read OF
the Saints Rest" but the hot air
caused his head to droop with faint
ness, and the book was laid aside
Gently Zephyr sighed through the
whispering vine leaves. and famed the
thin; white temples. softly caressing
the silvery hair. With a greatful
blessing on the Heaveh-sent breeze,
the old man fell asleep. and through
his dreams breath of Eden hoated.
Evening shadows fell at length. and
a cool night wind srrang 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 will
find, that the surest way to be happy
yourself, is to try and make others so;
and remember that You can do far
more toward making every day pleas
anter to those about you. than a hun