The weekly mountain Democrat. [volume] (Placerville, El Dorado County, Calif.) 1861-1862, 1861-10-19

SLOW, sou, LeHutT UeaSuTe, tuc HoteS IeH1
yet still We heard them with singular dis.
tinctness through the intervening wall,
just little muffied, but sweeter for the
obstruction.
"Cone Ia the sunset tree,
The day II I'Ast and gone,
The wnudman's AK lies free,
And the renper work 10 done"
Nv wife recalled these lines from her
memory, repeating them in subdned,
tranquiizing tone. The air was still sound
ing in our ears, but we no longer recOgni-
zcd its impression Of the external senses.
1t had done its work Of recalling the beau
ti(ul Evening Hymn Of the Switzer, and
we repeated to each other, verse after
verse:
"Swect is the hour If rest,
Pleasant the woods low Aigh,
And the cleaning nf the west,
And the turf wherein we lie.
When the burden and the heat,
or bnr's task are DER,
And kindly voices greet.
The loved one al the dUOr."
To which added
"Bnt rest more Hweet and still
Than ever nightiall gave.
Our longing hearts Shnll till,
In the world beyond the grave.
There shall no tempest blow,
M scnrchiny hnOutidr heat
There shall be M more snow,
No weary wandering feet.
And we lift our trusting ewes
From the hills our fathers trOd,
To the violet of the skies
To the Sabbath nf our God"
All was now still IN both sides. The
harsh ,liscnri Of our sending neighbnr
had warhlcd his gond.night melody, which
like pleasant flowers growing near an I'M
slightly object, and intrrpOSing vpil "f
b nuiy, had removed it from O"r con.
ScOnSnrSS.
II was long time since felt so peace
ful on retiring as when my head went
down upon its pillow, thanks t" nv light
hearted nrighbor, at whose whiStling pro-
pensilicS was ihclinrd in the beginning
To br annoyed. But for him should have
gone TO rest with the harsh disr0rd Of my
scolding neighbours voice in my ears, aud
been III at ease with mvSrlf aud the world.
On what seeming trihrS hang our states
Of mind! A word, look, n tone Of nIu'
sic, discordnnt jar. will bring light or
shadow, SMILES or tears.
On the next morning, while dressing
myself, thought reached forward over the
days anXietieS, and care began to draw
her Sombrc curtains around me. My
nrishbr Was stirring also, and likv the
Weakening bird. tuhrful in sweet natins.
ebay on the mountains, rnng ont cheer
fully, followed hy "Dcar summer morn,
winding off with " Begonc dull carr!" and
the merry laughter 0I II happy child which
had sprang into his arms, and was being
Slnothcrcd with kisses.
The cloud that was gathering on my
brow passed away, aud ] mt my wife
and children at the breakfast table with
pleasant smiles.
In few days ceased to notice the
Nhi>tling Of my neishb0r. Ii continued
aS usual, but has grown to be such n
thing Of course aS not to he an object Uf
thought. Bn, the effect remained show.
ing itself in n gradual restoration Of that
rherrfunvSs which care, and work aud
brooding anxiety about worldly things,
are Sd apt 10 produce. The voice OI
music, which had been almost dumb in
my wife for long period, was gradually
restored. Old familiar diiiirs would break
suddenly from her throat az she sat sew
ing, and l would often hear her singing
again, from room to room aS IN the sunny
days 6f our Spring-tiIne. As for myself,
scarcely an evening passed in which
was not b. trnyrd Into beating time with
my r,t to 'Auld Lang Sync,' Happy
Land Comm through the Rye, or Hail
Columbia, in response to my neighbOr'S
CHEEKY whistle. Our children also caught
the infection, aud would commence sing
ing on the instant our neighbOr tuned his
pipes. Verify he was our VcnefactOr-
the harping David to our Saul
You live at No. $40. think, said q
gentleman whose face was familiar, tn ugh
| was not able To call his name. We were
sitting side by side in the cars.
| answered in the affirmative.
so thought he replied. 4 live al
5l4-Scc"nd door east
MIR. Gordon
Yes, sir; that is my name. Pleasant
houses. but mere shells, said he. Then,
with look nf disgust on his face. 'D0cSn'I
that whStling fellow between us annoy
you terribly ! have got so out Of pa
| lIGllCt kIlUL SttUlI UuNG VI SttCUNV
him. Whistle, whistle, whistle, from
morning till night. Bah! always de
. tested whislling. It's n sign Uf no brain
I've written him n nOle twice, but failet
to send either time; it isn't well to quar-
rel with ncighbur II you can help it,
1T doesn't anmny the ut all, answered
, Indeed | rather like it,
You d"y we'll that is singular Jus
, what my wife says
/ First ratc for the blue devils, find
I'm indebted To our whi>tling fiiend 70
: sundry iavOrS in this direction
! My newly GrIncd acquaintance locke
y nj me curi"u~ly.
You're not in earnest, said he, a hall
I amused smile hrenking through the una
Unable expression which his face had ~
T. Suined.
4 Altogether in earnest; and beg Of 80
;. not tO send him that note
so your wife is not annOyedr
is she musicaly' | inquired.
e She was; but II late years life has bee
# rather serious matter with M, and ht
r singing birds have died, Or lost their heal
C fOr music
: The history Of many other lives | al
ID Swerrd.
:, The man sighed family.
:. Has there been any recent changer
& venturcd to inquire.
ID In what reSpvcty lie asked.
l. Has there been no voice from the sim
ing birdSy
n. A new expression came suddenly in
ct the mans face.
IS why, yes he answer d, 'now that
in think Of it. There has been some lW'
re titfuI warblings. Only last evening Il