Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1864-07-02
er, and We repeated to each other verse af

When tho burden and tho heat
OF labors's task are DER,
And kindly voices greet
The loved one at the door"
To which l added:
But rest more sweet and still.
Than ever nightfal gave,
Our longing hearts shall hll
In the world beyond the grave.
There shall no tempest blow,
No scorchiHg noontids beat;
There shall DO no more snow.I
No weary, wandering feet;
And we lift eur trusting eyes
From the hills our father trod,
To the quiet Of the skies
To the Sabbath Of our God.'
All was now still on both sides. The
harsh d,scord Of our scoldihg neighbor
had ceased, and our whistling neighbor
had warbled his good. ght elody, which,
like pleasant flower growing near an un'
slightly object, and in,erposing veil of
beauty, had removed it from our conscious
ness.
1t was q long time since had felt so
peaceful on retiring as when my head
went down upon its pillow-thanks to my
light hearted neighbor, at whose whistliLg
propenstics l was inclined in the begin
ming to be annoyed. But for him l should
have gone to rest with the harsh discord
Of my scolding neighbor's voice in my
ears, sud been i'll at ease with myself and
the world. On what seeming trides hang
our states of mind! A word, lock, a
tone Of music, discordant jar, will bring
light or shadow, smiles or tears.
On the next morning, while dressing
myself, thought reached forward over the
days anxietes, and care began drawing
her sombre curtains around me. My
neighbor was stirring also, and like the
awaking bird, tuneful in sweet matins.-
Day on the Mountains rang out cheer.
lily, followed by"Dear Summer Morn; y
winding of with "Begone, Dull Care -
and tho merry laughter Of q happy child
which had sprung into his arms, and was
being smo.hered with kisses.
The cloud that was gathering on my
brow passed away, and met my wife and
children at the breakfa table with pleas
ant smiles.
Ina few days I ceased to notice the
whis,ling of my neighbor. 1t continued
rs usual; but had grown to be such n
thing Of course as not to be an object of
thought. Bu, the effect remained, show
ing itself in gradual restoration of that
cheerluness which care, and work, and
brooding anxiety about worldly things are
so apt to produce. The voice Of music y
which had been almost dumb in my wife
for long period. was gradually restored.
Old familiar di.ties would break suddenly
from her threat a. she sat sewing, and l
would often hear her singing again, from
room to room, as in the SUMMER days of
our spring time. AS for myself, scarcely
an evening passed in which was not be-
trayed into beating time with my foot to
Aud Lang Syne.' Happy Land, y
"Comin' through The Rye" or Hail Col
umbia," in response to my neighbor' S
CHEEKY whistle. Our children also caught
the infection, and would commence sing
ing on the instant our neighbor tuned his
pipes. Verify he was our benefactor-the
harping David to our Soul
"You live at Number 510, think"
said gentleman whose face was familiar
though was not able to call his name
We were sitting aide by side in the cars.
answered in the affirmative.
$50 thought he replied. ~ live at
514-sccond door east"
"Mr. Gordon"
ayes, Sir; that is my name. Pleasant
houses but mere Shells said he. Then,
with look of disgust on his face, "Doesn''
that whistling fellow between US annoy
You terribly? I've got SO ou. of all pa
tience that shall either move or silence
him. Whistle, whistle, whistle, from
morning till night. pah! / always de.
tested whisting. It's sign Of no brains
I've written him a note twice, but failed "a
send either time it isn't we'll to quarrel
with neighbor if you can help it,
at doesn't annoy me at all,' | answer
Ell. "Indeed, rather like it.'
"You do? Well, that is singular
Just what my wife says
" First-rate for the blue devils, | find
I'm Indebted to our whis,Iing friend TO,
sundry favors in this direction
My new acquaintance looked At mo Gu
fiously.
"You're not in earnest" s,id he,