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SEA DREAMS.
‘No trifle,’ groan’d the husband; ‘yesterday
I met him suddenly in the street, and ask’d
That which I ask’d the woman in my dream.
Like her, he shook his head. “Show me the books!”
He dodged me with a long and loose account.
“The books, the books!” but he, he could not wait,
Bound on a matter he of life and death:
When the great Books (see Daniel seven and ten)
Were open’d, I should find he meant me well;
And then began to bloat himself, and ooze
All over with the fat affectionate smile
That makes the widow lean. “My dearest friend,
Have faith, have faith! We live by faith,” said he;
“And all things work together for the good
Of those”—it makes me sick to quote him—last
Gript my hand hard, and with God-bless-you went.
I stood like one that had received a blow:
I found a hard friend in his loose accounts,
A loose one in the hard grip of his hand,
A curse in his God-bless-you: then my eyes