Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1865-10-13
CHE GIvETn HIS BELOVED sLEEP.n
BY HENRY B. HIRsT.

Be soft as cygnet down, her pillow,
And o, less snowy counterpane!
Press not too heavily the bosom,
Where love and only love should reign.
Give perfumed dreams to my Beloved,
Sweet Sleep, that she may all night long
Float on an atmosphere of sweetness,
Serener than the softest song.
And, wanton winds, forbear your kisses;
Jealous is love of aught that sips
What, bee like, it should only gather
The nectarous blisses of lips.
! Give holy dreams to my Beloved
Dear Sleep; yet let me have part
In all the melodies that mingle
And move in harmony through her heart;
And only let her wish to waken,
| From such imaginings of bliss,
| To find her faith in love mistaken,
And feel its heaven in my kiss.
Philadelphia, September, 1865.
AFTER MANY DAYS.
O.
"Cast thy bread upon the waters, fol
thou shall find it, after many days" e
sI wonder what that means" said Ham
ilton Brant half aloud, as he sat looking
into the bright antharacite, blazing with
such pleasant light, before him.
81 am quite sure that | understand
| what that man meant, when, after he
/ stopped me and asked for work, and look
ing at his rags, | gave him something tc
| do in the lumber yard, more for humani
tvs sake than for the work, he took my
warmly gloved hand in his cold one, and
repeated the Scripture proverb that my
mother had SO often taught me. I'm
sure was not casting bread in the sense
l have always thought of it. Had Civ
en- a poor child a quarter, or poor mar
some meat it might have been parable
case to this one. Both might have remem
bered me for while, but with numberles'
changes, the mercy of my charity might
never return to bless me. The man may
not come to his work, or if he does, only
stay until he gets a little money, and ther
go to his friends, if he has any, and thai
may end any relation we may at present
or for any future time sustain to eacf
other"
Thus in the heart of the employer the
matter was laid to rest; but in pair O
other ones the promise of work, boding O
many good things yet in store, kept hope
from growing feeble and sick, and ther
dying in despair. From the house o
Giles Davis-a home rendered cherries:
now by want and suffering, went up many
| blessings for him who in the darkest houl
had befriended them and | doubt wheth
er the intelligence of great fortune would
have made that young wife's heart happier
than did the announcement of her hus
band, ''to-morrow, Ellen, l will have worl
20, if tomorrow were but here" Dreams
pleasanter than those that for weeks hac
visited their pillow, came that night; anc
before half his fellow-laborers were think
ing of their daily task, Giles presented
himself at the office door of Hamilton
Brent, to receive his share of the dutie.
that fell to the lot of the lumber dealer.
Brent met him at the door. His pune
tuality, or rather his extra punctuality, fo
Davis was ahead of time, very pleasantly
impressed his employer, himself man o
hard work, always first, and invariably las
around the yard and in the office. "Ah
my man, am glad you came! | wa
afraid you would forget the number, O
something of that sort. What is you
| uame?"
''Giles Davis"
In moment it stood on the day-bool
in the great round letters for which Ham
ilton had been praised when a school boy
"Now 90 with me-" At this juuctur'
Porter came in, the formal head of thu
hands," and to his less tender mercies th'
new conner was given over. After the TIVE
had gone in the yard, Giles set at the tasl
assigned him, and Porter returned to tn,
office Mr.. Brent said to him, "Do ne
allow Davis to work too hard; | guess tht
poor fellow has seen hard times"
81 shouldn't WONDER" was the reply
"but he works as though he meant to de-
his duty"
81 hope he will; l like man thorough
ly in eargest in whatever he undertakes
and there is an expression in Davis ey,
that like; l believe l can rely upon MAJ
who owns such pair of eyes as he does,
and as hint to Porter to busy himsel
| Brent turned TO his books.
During the day mis- mind did not reyer
to his "charity hand" as his foreman call
ed Davis, but when at night he went t.
look about the yard, he found him hare
at work piling up some oak timber whicr
he had promised to have measured and
delivered early the next morning. "HoW
is this?" said the careful merchant tC
himself, ''should he be waiting to steal OF
burn? must see the last of him before
| leave" and so he came up to his new
hand, with distrust in his heart where con.
fidence had reigned in the morning, Thus
quickly do the hour and the impulse make
sad havoc, sometimes Of our natures high
est and noblest qualities
"Why have you not quit, Davis? The
other men have been gone a long time.
"Mr. Porter wished me to pile this tim
ber, and | staid to do it, sir."
81 believe l hired you to work from
seven until six, didn't 2"
eyes, sir
"Then you had no business here after
that hour, unless bid you. Porter has nc
right to impose upon you more than ten
hours labor"
"He offered me shilling for doing this
Job, and-and" mans voice grew
very hoarse-" times have been very hard
with me-sickness and no work have kept
me pretty low, and | am glad to earn an
honest penny whenever | can, sir"
"That is all right; but l want to shut
up, myself and l can't wait until you get
through. You must go home now."
'sBut then and the man could moi
trust itself in words.
sBut then what?" said Brent, begin
ming to grow cold and impatient.
81 was going to say, sir, that then
should have nothing to eat until tomorrow
| was to 90 to Porter's house OH my way
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