The Oak Shade, or, Records of a Village Literary Association
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The Oak Shade, or, Records of a Village Literary Association
American literature -- 19th century
his fate, and who never affirmed that he was the “unluckiest fellow
in the world;” but I cannot claim the credit of having made so happy
a discovery. Whether that fortunate individual has ever set a foot of
real flesh and bone upon earthly soil, is most extremely doubtful;
yet all will confide in their better destiny, as did Peter in the
present instance, though the certainty of disappointment may seem to
stare them in the face. Cheered by so comfortable a hope, he seated
himself by the roadside, beneath the shady branches of a ponderous
tree, and not feeling just then like the young lady who always “dreaded
to retire to bed because she could not talk in her sleep,” he was
soon lazily spread out full length upon the sod. He had not been long
in this posture, before he found gradually stealing over him a dull
and oppressive stupor, which may have owed its origin to a hearty and
undigested dinner, for in his case the saying of the wise man did
not yet apply--“slothfulness casteth into a deep sleep, and an idle
soul shall suffer hunger.” Fortunately for him, his father had been a
careful and judicious man, and thus placed him beyond the calamity of
the latter portion of the proverb, which his habits might otherwise
have reaped; and I much question whether he had ever been so blessed
as to realize the truth of the former by experience. In this state
of unconsciousness, verging unto sleep, he had a dream, which he has
since so often related that it must be very widely known. At least,
such is the inference of the villagers, who suppose that it has been
honored with frequent repetitions by some of the many strangers who
have visited the village since this eventful day in Peter’s life,
none of whom could escape hearing it either in whole or by parcels. I
shall here endeavor to narrate it, though conscious that much of its
effect must necessarily be lost through the absence of his manner and
gestures, which no human skill could transfer upon paper; nor can I
give it precisely in his own words, for reasons which I must withhold,
leaving the reader, however, at liberty to supply such as may best suit
his fancy.
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