News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1883-04-05
BLESSED BE NIGHT.
THE NEW FIRST READER.
Lesson l., Which Tells MS What was D""S
in Single Night.
IFrom the Detroit Free Press.l

from the Detroit Free Press.l
1t is night. A policeman awakes with
a sudden start and moves around the
corner, having a secret fear Mt his heart
that he had slept through all that night,
all next daV and far into tomorrow night.
It is night in q great city The poker
and faro rooms are in full blast, 10000
loafers are holding down street corners,
and here and there an intoxicated alder
man can be seen making his way to q
policy shop or gathering OF the pave
ment ring. Under cover of darkness,
first manufactured over 5000 years ago,
the hOtel-beat lowers his duds from the
fOurth-st:ry window; all who have dead
head tickets start for the opera houses;
| hundreds of Young men set out to spark;
reporters fOndly look forward to fires,
rObberies and murders, and church cholrs
meet to rehearse and wrangle and lay up
! clubs for each other.
lis night in the country. The stock
has been fed, the squeal OF the pig Is
hushed, and the tired horse munches at
his corn and wonders why his master
throws in so many cObs without a kernel
on them. Thg watch dog sits at the
gate, perfectly willing to chew up any
OF the neighbors for a cent, and within
the farm house all is serene. or would be
if John Henry could find the grease for
his boots, Mary Ann could find her novel,
the old man discover the hiding place of
the bOotjack, and the mother solve the
mystery of how some of her neighbors
managed to get a dress costing two
shillings per yard while she had nothing
but calico.
Nc aIrrl,A
steamer sails gallantly on and on, the
captain snoring in his berth, the mates
playing euchre, the loOkouts asleep, and
everything in readiness to swear, in case
of collision, that it was all the other
vessels fault. Nothing is heard but the
steady beat of the propeller, the groans
of the immigrants, and the voices of
men and women declaring that anybody
who plans an ocean voyage for pleasure
ought to be shot dead with Goldfish balls.
The sportive dolphin gambols away his
hard earnings, the whale rolls over for
another nap, and the business-lil1e shark
follows in the wake to pick up any Op-
portunity which may tumble overheard.
'Iis night on the prairie. The red
men gather about the campfire to count
the scaIps they have taken within the
last week, and to grumble at the govern
ment for not furnishing them port wine
and repeating rifles. The white hunter
and trapper curls himself up to wonder
where he can find old bones for break
fast, and to realize what fool he has
made of himself and the gaunt wolf
shoulders his empty stomach and sets
out in search of something to make life
worth living for.
Night grows apace. In the city the
weary wife takes her place In the hall
with club in hand. in the country the
DID folks fall into bed aweary with the
work of the day, and the young people
spark and chew popcorn. On the ocean
the sea-sickers continue to grow worse,
md the songs of the mermaids fall fiat
On the prairie the Indians finally decide
70 make war in the spring, the hunter
alls asleep to dream of eating his boots
or dinner, and the wolf meets a wildcat
md offers to toss up to see which shall
Eat the other.
Blessed be night. But for it the burg
ars and gas companies would fill our
and the afternoon
papers would have no morning journals
o steal from.