The daily gazette. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1874-1883, 1881-05-12
DAY DIRE AM S.
BY M. M. M.

Who has not been dweller in the
land of dreams ? Who has not sunk
to sleep, after q day of toll, or care
or sorrow, and, while his body Law
mute aud motionless, gone far away
on spirit wings to that land of shad-
ows? There he has exchanged
darkness for light, tears for gladness,
toll for repose; the loved and the
lost have come back to him once
more; old familiar faces, that were
long ago laid in the dust, smile kind
ly upon him; the voices that were
wont to greet his ear In childhood,
come again with their gentle ca
dences-tOnes of unearthly music,
snatches of some halfremembered
melody-these, and q thousand other
fond imaginings, are his blessed por
ton In the wild expahse, the limit
less extent of dreameland.
But there Is another sort of dream
ing that comes over our senses in
broad daylight, when the sun is rid.
ing in mid heaven and the world is
all alive with the full tide of human
life and activity; when we are sur
rounded by a multitude Of people;
when we are threading the mazes of
a crowded thoroughfare; when we
are busily engaged In our daily avo.
cations; and so entirely are we alb.
stracted, SO wholly occupied with
rearing airy castles II speak exper-
mentality that we forget all that is
about US, and are wandering ia spirit
over all parts of the habitable globe,
while our feet are pressing the ia
miliar pathways of our every days
rest.
From my earliest years this day
dreaming or CASTLE building has been
very favOrite employment of mine.
What host of goodly edifices have
1 reared and seen demolished before
my very eyes. How many of the
wise, and great, and good, have been
my companies, during those mystic
hours of musing; and how do / bless,
from my heart, that magical spell
by which we may wander off from
The tumult of this vexatious, work
ing-day world, and breathe. for
awhile, an atmosphere SO much
purer than our purer than our own.
But to my story Of day-dreaming--
for, after all this preamble, you will
expect an illustration of my mean
ing, and 80 -''ye who have tears to
shed, prepare TO shed them now"
1t was glorious evening in the month
Of June. There was not cloud heck-
tno An. dam hlpza ha q name x,nr . hno.sh
100 rude for my lady rose, as she lay ON
her emerald couch, with the dew-drops
glitteriDg on her breast. The birds
were in full chorus, and the insect
tribes performing q thousand antics in
the air and as / stood In the open WIN
dow, aud looked out on the varied land
scape OF hill and stream and
woodland that stretched before me, and
conirasted them with the close city
streets which'l had so recently left, l
felt that had never loved nature half
so well as at that moment, and was Just
meditating long ramble through the
enyirons OF my native village, when my
good mother entered the apartment, and
rather abruptly solicited my aid In pre-
pairing q pudding for dinner.
Her voice, one of ths pleasantest in
the world TO her daughters ear, now for
the first time had something disagree
able-in its tone--for was wandering
with nature roaming In thought with ali
lovely and lovable things, and could feel
no sympathy with the vulgar cravings of
an animal life. Pudding! Who could
think Of pudding, when there was bloom
ing flowers and singing birds, and pur-
ing brooks, and the free, pure air of
heaven wooing us abroad. Neverthe-
less, the. pudding must be made, and
turned reluctantly from the window and
the glorious prospect, and received in
stinctly the key OF the large pantry from
mamma's extended hand.
"You will find the red spice box on
the second shelf, just by the sweet-meet
jars" she said.
eyes, ma'am,n l answered, as gave
one more glance at the window.
Sand the four" continued mamma,
"you will take from the barrel nearest
the door,"
eyes ma'am."
"And the sugar from the largest OF
those stone jars, on the right OF the
picBle-pots."
eyes, ma'am."
Sand the eggs-you'll' mind the
eggs, my dear-the last in the house,
| believe, but they'll do; and IL you
havn't enough, why, put in q little
baking powder.
Eyes, ma'am.n
"That is ALL" said mamma and
forthwith proceeded to the pantry, a
room dimly lighted by q single small
window, and allied with all manner of
commodities.
Mamma was o housekeeper Of the
old school. "a place for every thing,
and everything in its place." was her
motto and, accordingly, found, as
had been told, the red spice-box on the
second shelf, and the barrel of -four,
and the stone jar of sugar close by the |
and then turned to look |
for the eggs. Now, the whereabouts
OF these very necessary Ingredients,
mamma had forgotten to designate |
and, in this large, dark pantry, sur |
rounded by all sorts of barrels, boxes,
kegs, jars and diseases, was at loss |
to know where to look for them. / |
peeped first into keg, and my olfac- |
tory nerves were saluted with the odor |
of picked herring. Next passed my
hand into the mouth of q stone lar,
and drew it forth dripping with some |
unknown liquid. Next explored
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