Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1860-12-05

JOHNNY BREEzE's DREAM.
By JACK MOON.

Con Of Neptune "A sea-bird "most at home
when abroad" ami, as he often oddly said,
he never felt so safe as when he had q firm
footing upon the salt water"
Johnny had been everywhere. Johnny
had bathed his rough toes in the waters Of
every sea and ocean, and placed his broad
foot upon the soil Of each division of the
earth. He had smoked opium with the
Turk, eaten dates with the Arab, frogs with
the Frenchman, maccaroni with the Italian,
birds nests with John Chinaman, bread
fruit with the Sandwich Islander, sour kraut
with the Dutchman roast beef with the Eng
lishman, and brown bread and baked beans
with the Yankee.
Now Johnny bad seen thousands of pretty
maidens, but one at home possessed the
largest share Of his heart
His last cruise had been for two years.
Two long years had Johnny's vessel been
dancing upon the blue waters Of the vast
Pacific. At length "Home again" were the
captains orders. Then the brave old shin
ran down the western coast, peeping at Chill
and California, struggling bravely around
boisterous, spiteful old Cape Horn, then
glided merrily up tho Atlantic, passing the
warm, sunny West India Isles, and one mild
day in May dropped her rusty anchor in the
harbor Of Johnny's native town.
Daisy Ripple was Johnny's sweetheart
Daisy Ripple, who lived just over back of
the hill in a little cottage; and our hero, by
climbing the mast a bit, could see the smoke
curling Up from its stone chimney. He had
not seen her for two years. For two years
none of her letters had reached him-none of
those dainty little epistlcs such as she had
sent him on his previous voyage, with his
name so prettily written on the outside, and
looking so tasty and sociable. Was Daisy
untrue to him? Had her letters miscarried.
or were the fair maids Of foreign elimes moro
trustworthy than those Of his own dear ma
tive lanG? The bowitching French. the
proud Spanish, and the dark-eyed Italian
girl he was sure would not treat him thus,
neither would he fear to trust the Grecian
maiden or the blue-eyed English girl. Then
Why should his Daisy forget him? He was
yexcd with nome and all is daughters-its
brightest flowers. The girls of other climes
were fair, and why should not he be as happy
in the sunshine Of their smiles as in that of
bis Daisy's 2 Surely they might make home
as sweet. He would not go ashore the first
day, and so, with the blues upon him. he Law
down upon the deck under a broad canvass,
TO read and hurry away the hours as fast as
Time would let him.
The afternoon was warm. Soon sleep
softly closed Johnny's eyes, and he was
in o world beyond the sea.
"a tiNNhNf Atiiil VIZ OlI IldH. SlOOu DC
fore him. He had white hair, a flowing
beard, and held a bit Of stick, a sort of wand
In his little wrinklcd hand.
Look, Johnny Breeze" cried the oil,
man, slowly lifting 4 curtain, giving hi
wand a flourish, and then pointing to tn
sceue before them.
Johnny looked. A mist seemed to ris
from before him, and then he saw the Lowell
isles of the Pacific floating calmly upon til
waters Of that vast ocean. Along their shore
were blue waves ripping, and pretty nader
with dark hair aud graceful forms, wer
bathing IN their wtters-sporting upon the
waves and bounding from rock to rock
girlish glee, while the moon was raisin
from the oce,a, and its pale light SCENE
dancing upon ,ue sIrface of the calm Pacif
Beautifully murmured Johnny, brushir
big by from hs nose.
Slowly the scene faded away, and darkne
followed.
Look again, Johnny Breeze, look again
cried the Old nan, giving his wand anoth
gay flourish.
Johnny's eyes opened upon the shores
Spain, land OF romance-land of chiyalry
anu in the moonlight of a summers e,
Spanish village girls, with their lovers, we
dancing upon the green, while brave yout
were singing soul stirring ballads of I
- AAAhNAA t-FA GluiUltu- OHnnW# RAth
pass at Mr.. Fly.
Again the scene changed, and again .Jot
ny was commanded to look.
Constantinop.e, the home of the pro
Turk, was before him. It's domes and m
Arets g~llstened, silver-like, in the sun. Sc
glios were thrown open to his curious Oa
Rooms fitted up in the most princelv stv
were thronged with maidens, beautiful
hours, with graceful limbs clothed IN
richest silks Of the East, and whose dal
dreamy eyes, seemed to reflect the bright
scenes ola poets fincy.
"Gorgeousl' exclaimed Johnny, rubbi
his big round hands in glee.
Again the curtain lifted. and .Iobn
stoou upon the shores Of Italy. The lon
Bay Of Naples lay spread out as n m;rror
fore him, and from its surface were refac
the gorgeous rays OF the setting sun TT
an Italian evening disclosed TO his char
gaze, iair daughters Of Italy sailing upon
Understanding tho guitar with gentle
ses-ahd singing with their lovers. song.
the olden time-the time when prond r.
vas in her glory. w
"ParadiseP murdered Johnny. 9TH
cneers Tor the merry girls of Naples"
Slowly the picture faded from view
johnny stood upon the shores of his M
anu Ihe curtain rose, and three see
passed rapidly before him.
Twas Sabbath eve. A briphtevad v
kee girl and her lover sat n the liz
OF a Yankee farmhouse. Near them
on an oaken table, were rosy apples.
ioaming mugs ofcider. Before them n
the hearth of tho noble fire place, wi
huge backlog helped send upward the br
name, lay the honest hOuse-dog, cycling
a,oguish leer purring puss in the CO,
mhlle the lair maiden, with thorose of h,
ulon her cheek, and a joyoss sparkle in
eye, listened tu apid's tender words ~