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Manitowoc Pilot, The (Newspaper) - July 29, 1859, Manitowoc, Wisconsin BE CIEXTJUE TO gentle; tUcre arc hoars when, ho By care is tossed; And ehr.doirs deep lie on his brow, By business triaU crossed. Be gentle: 'tis for you he toils, And thinks, and strives to gain Home comforts and home happiness; Doc't let bird strive ia vain. Be gentle: thongh some ty word Should fall, i: was not A smile, a kind word wiilrecdll, And many more prevent. Be gentle: Oh, 'twill soothe much care, And make each burden light; A geotle tone will amootii the brow, And driw an answer bright. Be gentle: (bough it may hnrd To check an angry woid; Yet try, azid li will surely bring A full and rich reward. I KK.VOM. UNION, CONCESSION, FOB THE C FOR MEN." BY JJEK12 C ROWLEY. MANITOAVOC, WIS.S JULY 29, 1859. "VQJLU3IE 1, NO 3. Sweet earth, that holds my brightest prize, Be wept, upon by gentle skies'. Blest grave that keeps the lovely thing, "From his sweet dust let violets Dear that sweep the tiny bed, Breathe lulling music o'er his head. Hush thy wild voice of fear, great storm! Fright not the little sleeping form. Beit not the turf to cause him pain Weep quiet tears, soft summer raiu! TVcare thou a fairy shroud dear show, For the bright flower that sleeps bslow! Drop richly hero, sweet light, And dress rnjr boy in raiment bright. Green leaves make whisper o'er rcat. And soothe his dreams on canh's cold breast, O gentle water, running near, Murmur comfort to his car. Build here thy 0 ringdove mi'.d, Talk softly to my lovely child Dear dove, mnko too, a pkiiitire moan, For the sad mother left a'one. 0 wliite-wingtd angels, softly be ir My darling child up heaven's golJen stall! Pear Oort, wholof'st the little child, Tuke to thyself my undefileO! Sweet Christ, -nho hcar'sl the wiilow'ii cry, Jlftke haste to hear molest I farm were up, I was awakened by t these three words, proiiuiineed close by me in the distinclest lone.-: "The furry man waits." So perfectly conscious was I of Laving been really addressed, that I sat up in my bed at once, and replied: "Well, and what is that to before the absurdity of the intimation had lime to strifco me. The now-white curtains of the little bed were completely unurawn, so that no person could have been hidden belli rid them. Al- though it was broad day. light, every ob ieetwas clearly discernab'e, and through the half opened window came ilie cool, delicious summer air with quickening fra- grance. I heard the dog rattle his chain m the yard, sis he came out of his kennel and shook himself, and then returned to it lazily, as though it was riot time to be up yet. A cock crew, but very unsatisfac- torily, leaving oft'in the middle of his per- formance, as though he had mistaken the hour. Mv a more reliable chron- icler, informed me that it wanted a quar- ter of four o'clock. .1 was not accustomed to be awakened at sucli a time as that, and I Master Phillip." turned myself somewhat indignantly on the pillow regretful that I had eaten clot- ted cream for supper the precedin even- From Chamber's Journal. A SPIRITUAL SUBPCENA. Some dox.cn years ago. T coup- le of summer months in Devonshire, Csh- flianffirif one picturesque scene of u Micvi'i" that sport for another, ah s d.sbel 01 .11 fit i should find so fan a place w n y v aiji J i u tii -.'j'j 111 uo i j. had become the leading olh of could not re- iigure in my mind because of the the mys- terious any accomplice of liis call to mind. This, taken in connection with strong lenous
he intoxicates him so. i man threiilcned to np- uo. law lo Ins hot preserves, delicate pink shadings of dried beef, and cake that would make even a dyspeptic smack his lips. Maynard could nut help complimenting edibles, lift did'i.t get, any .'sin.-h a I the rehUuraiit wbuie ho ;wd, his the fancy ball." "Coufdn't yon 1 "O no, it would never dol" lie was there was a dull dead pain at his. void which rt could never fill. The silent dinner waa over; she went orth in her shining robes, and pearls in icr hair, and bracelets clasping her -arms, o an evening of reckless dissipation and ;niety. with tiniles for the beau m'mda, but none for home. While Maynard afier a long and gloo- mv reverie by his lonely fireside, took his nit and went away to the club, that brill- ant place of gaiety and mirth, through whose chandeliored portals so many 3 foot lias trod tho broad path of destruction! 1'oor had no home. "M.i, has aunty got bees in her "No; why do you Cause that lettle man coluhcd hold of her and said lie war, a going lo take the honey from her lip.-, and .ihe wftli haste'.'
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