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2. But scattered are those pleasant smiles afar by mount and shore,
Like gleaming waters from one spring dispersed to meet no more;
Those kindred eyes reflect not now each other's joy or mirth,
Unbound is that sweet wreath of homealas, the lonely Hearth!
3. The voices that have mingled here now speak another tongue,
Or breathe, perchance, to alien ears the songs their mother sung;
Sad, strangely sad, in stranger lands, must sound each household tone
The Hearth, the Hearth is desolate, the bright fire quenched and gone.
4. But are they speaking, singing yet, as in those days of glee?
Those voices, are they lovely still, still sweet on earth or sea?
Oh! some are hushed, and some are changed, and never shall one strain
Blend their fraternal cadences triumphantly again?
5. And of the hearts that here were linked by long-remembered years,
Alas the brother knows not now when fall the sister's tears;
One haply revels at a feast, while one may droop alone,
For broken is the household chain, the bright fire quenched and gone.
6. Not so 'tis not a broken chain; thy memory binds them still,
Thou holy Hearth of other days, though silent now and chill:
The smiles, the tears, the rites beheld by thine attesting stone,
Have yet a living power to mark thy children for thine own.
7. The father's voice, the mother's prayers, though called from earth away,
With music rising from the dead their spirits yet shall sway;
And by the past, and by the grave, the parted yet are one,
Though the loved Hearth be desolate, the bright fire quenched and gone.
1. Whang the miller was naturally avaricious; nobody loved money better than he, or
more respected those that had it. When people would talk of a rich mau, in company, Whang would say, "I know him very well; he and I are intimate; he stood for a child of mine." But if ever a poor man was mentioned, he had not the least knowledge of the man; he might be very well for aught he knew; but he was not fond of many acquaintances, and loved to choose his company.
2. Whang, however, with all his eagerness for riches, was in reality poor; he had nothing
but the profits of his mill to support him; but though these were small, they were certain; while his mill stood and went, he was sure of cating; and his frugality was such that he every day laid some money by, which he would at intervals count and think over with much satisfaction. Yet, still, his gains were not equal to his desires; he only found himself above want, whereas he wished to be possessed of affluence.
3. One day, as he was thinking of these
things, he was told that a neighbour of his had found a pan of money under ground, having dreamed of it three nights running before. These tidings were daggers to the heart of poor Whang. "Here am I," says he, "toiling and moiling from morning till night for a few paltry farthings, while neighbour Hunks only goes quietly to bed, and dreams himself into thousands before morning.
4. "Oh that I could dream like him! with what pleasure would I dig round the pan; how slyly would I carry it home; not even my wife should see me; and then, oh, the pleasure of thrusting one's hand into a heap of gold up to the elbow !"
5. Such thoughts only served to make the miller unhappy; he discontinued his former carefulness; he was quite disgusted with small gains, and his customers began to forsake him. Every day he repeated the wish, and every night laid himself down in order to dream. Fortune, that was for a long time unkind, at last, however, seemed to smile upon his distresses, and indulged him with the wished-for vision.
6. He dreamed that under a certain part of the foundation of his mill there was concealed a large pan of gold and diamonds, buried deep in the ground and covered with a big flat stone. He rose up, thanked the stars that were at last pleased to take pity on his sufferings.
7. He concealed his good luck from every person, as is usual in money dreams, in order to have the vision repeated the two succeeding nights, by which he should be certain of its truth. His wishes in this also were answered; he still dreamed of the same pan of money, in the very same place.
8. Now, therefore, it was past a doubt; so, getting up early the third morning, he repaired alone, with a mattock in his hand, to the mill, and began to undermine that part of the wall which the vision directed. The first omen of success that he met was a broken mug; digging still deeper, he turned up a house tile, quite new and entire.
9. At last, after much digging, he came to the broad flat stone, but then so large that it was beyond one man's strength to remove it. Here," cried he, in raptures, to himself, "here it is under this stone there is room for a very large pan of diamonds indeed! I must e'en go home to my wife, and tell her the whole affair, and get her to assist me in turning it up."
10. Away therefore he goes, and tells his wife. of their good fortune. Her raptures on this occasion may easily be imagined; they therefore speedily returned together to the place where Whang had been digging, and found— not indeed the expected treasure, but the mill, their only support, undermined and fallen.