The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1862-06-24

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81 saw ibe Heavenly Arm and clung
30 q. and ,br grasp closed round him
and death aad bell can have 10 poweI
otef him now Dan. poor boy, i 1
+ better q He Is ,he earth with the or,
4 laan 10 be forged ia the furnaee and
te&en io a blade 1T ior Tie hands q
arcbaagcl.
And motbe stopped, trembling like
leaf
Ia been wiping and screwipg ihe
glass. and I'd waited breath, iof
mmhcr always talked 20 Akc a preach.
/ err; but when she'd finished, after a
second or two Dah looked up, and
said, a II he'd just ceme in,
Aunt Rhoay how come sou on.
Of bed 4
And then mother, she got upon the
+ bed and She took Dams head on her
breast and fell 10 slr0king his brows,
laying her cool palms on tis temples
aud GA III, eyelids, a. once Ia have
given my ears 10 10, ard ] slipped
ooi Of the rouni
Oh, ! hated 10 20 up those stairs, 70
mount that ladder, TO open The scutlle
And once there, waited and waited
4 before dared to look The night
/ had uuneryed me. At length / fixed
lhe glass. swept the broad swollen
stream, % the yellowing woods, and
over tic meadows, where a pale tram
sient beam crept under and pried up
the hay-cocks, the smoke that began
70 cur from tie chiaueys ana fall as
soon, the misis blowing Oh from In
dian Ilill, but brooding blue add dense
down tie turnpike. and burying the
red spark Of die moon, that smothered
like a hall-lead coal in her ashes,--
anywh re, anywhere but that spot l
don't know phy ii was, but couldn't
level tie glass there. my arm would
fan, my cye haze. Finally brought
Il round nearer and tried again Ey-
erywiiere, as far as your eye could
reach, The sea was yeasty and white
with frolb, and great slreaks Of it
were setting up the inky river, aud
against Il there were the twin light
houses quivering their little yellow
RAYS as ii TO mock the dawn, and far
out on the edge Of day the great light
al The Isles Of Shoals blinked aud
bliaked, crimson and gold, fainter and
iaiuicr. aud lost ai last. II was no use.
! didn't dare point it, my hand trem-
bied 80 | could see nothing plain, when
suddenly an engine went laundering
oyer the bridge and startled me into
stiffness. The tube slang in my hold
and steadied against the chimney, and
there What was il in the field . what
ghasily picture Z
The glass crashed from my hand,
and | staggered shricking down the
ladder.
The sound wasn't well through my
lips, when the door slammed, aud Dan
had darted. cut of the house and 10
the shore. | alter him. There was
a knat sitting and standing round
there IN the gray, shiyering, with their
hands ia their pockets and their pipes
set IN their teeth +; but the gloom was
on them as well, ard tie pipes went
out between the pufs,
Where's Dennis's boat Z Dan de-
mapded, as he strobe.
the six-oars all the one not '-
.The six-oar ! want. Who goes
With meS
There wasn't soul in the ward but
would have followed Dams lead to the
end Of the world and jumped off and
before | could tell their names there
were three men on the thwaris, six
oars in the air, Dan stood in the bows,
word from him, and they shot away.
watched while ! could see, and
then in and up the attic, forgetting to
put mother in bed, forgetting oil
things bnt Ille one. And there lay
The glass broken. ] sa, awhile with
the pieces in my hand, as il Id lost a
kingdom then down, and mechanic
ally put things 10 rights, and made
mother comfortable, land shes never
stood on her feet from that day TO
this. At last | seated myself before
the Gre and stared into il 10 blindrg.
Won't some one lend you a glass,
George Z said mother.
OF course they will ? I cried. for,
you see, | hadn't wit Of my OVID.
ard ! ran out.
There's a glass behind every door
in the street, you should know, and
there's no day in the year that you'll
70 By and not see one stretching
iron some roof where The heart of
the house il out on the sea. Oh, some
times ] think all the romance If the
town is clustered down here on the
Flats and written il pale cheeks and
starting eyes. Bot what's the use
After one winter, one gave mine
away, and never gOt another. lis
just an emblem of despair. Look, |
aud look again, and look ull your soul /
sinks. aud tho thing you want new
er crosses iti but you're down in the |
kitchen stirring porridge. or you're |
off At a neighbors asking tie news. /
ard somebody shouts Al you round a
corner, and there, black ard dirty and I
dearer than gold, sic lies between the I
piers.
AlIthe world was up on their honse- /