The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1862-08-20

= mere was atiiinees - here vas combina tior
Of sweet odors = here we're blue akics and blue
wstcrs, who coaid ash nores We watched th.
waves Use tiil they Kissed esch otber over the
last grain Of our shining beach : then listened
TO their soft tattoo against the rock = then fol.
loSed the silver-wnged clouds that fiossed of
INTO the ether like stray setsphs and out Of the
beanty and silence came a strange language
| like the spell Of the lotus. Ned essayc ed a faint
whisper = delicious, Mary, delicious !" vas
dimly conscious Of a fainter e-r-y, and fell
asleep.
How long wandered in dreams, or how much
the crawling of great black ant over my face
had to do with my waking, can not say, but
when opened my eyes the picture opposite had
received some striking touches. There lay my
fastidious cousin = handsome and graceful as
an Adonis. Ono white hand pilowed his cuhs,
while the other, which had fallen listlessly upon
the turf was covered by monstrous mud-tur.
tie, whose ugly head lolled comfortably out up
on his dointy wristband. As il this were not
enough for one set of nerves, some hall. dozen
measuring worms, pendent from the ina pe-tree
swung back aud forth in delightful! rsximity 10
the haf-open mouth OF our hero. Poor Ned !
1t had never closed upon his " delicious, Mary,
delicious! and the smile that played about il
indicated that he was still in Elysium. It was a
shame to waken him, but IL didn't the mud
turtle might, and If the mud-turtle didn't, the
next sweep of the worms wond be sure TO so
| called out, delicious, Ned, delicious!"
shall never forget the shivering elcquence Of
that first look of consciousness. He gave no
start = he spoke no word = Ned is very calm -
but, pale with disgu-,, writhed out from the
shade of the maple-tree, and motioning to q
boatman, who lay upon his oars no. far from us,
we were soon transferred to the opposite shore.
The spell of our Fairy Isle had bee rudely
broken.
The boys we're thre-oo hoeing," and, to.
gether with mine host, miUe hostess, and mine
hostcts's daughters, flew right and left in atten-
dance upon house full of motley guests. We
sat down to a dinner of fish, baked, broiled,
boiled and fried - fish, black, blue, brown and
specked; ami through the open window still
came fish, in the shape of an odious stencil. In
this part of the country the fields are enriched
with whte>6sh, which, in a state ot decompo-
siton, make the air redolent of anything but
sweetness and new-mown hay. Alas for our
lost Isle, with its breath of roses
We ordered row-boat - | am afraid of
sails - and
Soon DER the bright waves floating were we."
We would round that green point of land in the
distance, and forget our discomiorts Vain
hope The strange odor followed, intensifying
in pungenoy. We were sitting. Ned insttu-
ted a search, and presently elected two dead
FISH from beneath the rough hoard on which l
was sitting. Then the tide began to rise in the
boat to an alarming hight, and we were obliged
to paddle bsck with ali speed, to save ourselves
from sinking. beautifully bedrsggled and
wo-begone aspect we presented as we sprang
upon shore. Ned spied another defuuct fish
hanging to the fringe of my shawl and ca lied
out that looked fnny.cal enough for rner-
maid.
At least we could sit in the porch, and gossip
and poetize in the moonlight. The Sound, as
far as the eye could ,esch, was molten silver;
myrads of fre-hes filled the air, like q shower
of stars; it was night for sweet interchange
of confidence, when soul could meet soul with
out an effort but for once in our lives we two
were dumb, and after one or two spssmodic at
tempts to come up to the surface, swarm of
musqutos meanwhile making merry over the
tnging red wine in our veins, we adjourned -
to bed.
TO sleep, perchance to dream " there was
balm in the very thought, and slowly, benfcent-
ly two hours went by. Was 1t dream, or a
War-whOop. or some one singing? l was awake
at last to the true shape of the mystery. A
party of registering fishermen had just return
ed, and weae making night hideous. About
twenty rough voices were embarked in one
song, pitching and rolling without regard to
time or harmony. Every row and then came
the dulceG refrain
"Don't yer hear the turtle dover"
each note of which sent each particular hair on
end. 1t WAS too much for poor Ned. Auy al
lusou, however remote or ambiguous, to the
turtle family, made him nervous. | heard him
walking his room like Gagged beast, and at FIVE
O'Clock, when l opened the door to his fierce
knock, his haggard face startled me.
We have returned to the hot and dusty city,
and settled into the old routine with strange com
placency. We are haunted by visions Of
green fields and still beauty; we complain OF no
din - not even the wall OF the cats on the
wal; all oiors are spicy that do not savor of
dead fish. overheard Ned singing a snatch of
famous song Just now, and his voice caught
an extra quiver at this line -
And awake with bug in your ear"
On the whole We have bought our leeson Of con-
tcntment reasonably, and have no cIu,e to mur-
mur.