The Illinois free trader. (Ottawa, Ill.) 1840-1841, 1841-04-09

couch, when sable night has emptied her
soot-bag upon one half of this terraqueous
globe; when the iron tongue of midnight
bids the witches straddle their broom
sticks, and the demons of darkness start
from their cells when his spree is over
and he seeks for repose; and what, my
friends, await him there ! Bed-bugs.
mosquitoes, and the night mare! Yes,
amid all these troubles, he will lay down
his guilty carcass turn over, turn under,
turn every way, i'll trying to coax sleep to
his bedside; but she won't come. He
will fall into snooze, but tie load on his
conscience will cause him TO groan i'll
distress, while the skeleton of night
mare looks in at his window, and gives
hoarse laugh at his misery"
"Now, my friends, look at the man
who goes to bed with sense of having
done his duty to his Maker, his neighbor
and himself. He falls calmly asleep i'll
the arms Of Sommus, who beckons his
messenger Morpheus to come while reas-
on slumbers, and guide his wandering
| fancy over that blisslul world Of dreams,
where earlh-born care is never known 10
enter. If he is Il lover, his dearest angel
is ever by his side, journeying with him
through shady groves. and over ell slan
fields if he is business man the banks
all pay specie, and discount freely if he
is LAWYER, his clients are all wealthy
and full of suits if he is preacher, like
myself, his sheep yield good fleeces, and
are content with such salt rs they can yet.
o, It's a blessed thing to lie down at night
with a light stomach and lighter consci-
ence You ought to see me sleep some
times The way | take it easy is Il
caution to children
"Man is never cOntefded: he is the
frcful babe of trouble and care, and he
will continue TO worry and fret, no matter
how pretty are the play things with which
kind Heaven essays 10 please him. He
will sometimes fret merely because he
can find nothing to fret about. If he were
bound to live here forever he would fret
because he could not die and go to the
other world, just for change and no
two ways about it, he irets like Gagged
porcupine, and thinks he should like TO
live always. In fact, he don't know
What he wants"
"My friends, have seen
about enough of this void, myself. For
scores of years | have been searching
every nook and corner for some perennial
spring of happiness, instead Of which !
have found only a few food swollen
strcamlets, hearing on their surface nnum-
cradle bubbles of vanity, and all along
their margins nests cf going humbugs
are continually being ha 'chel. have
drank of these waters nigh unto bursting,
and always departed as thirsty rs ever.
have been kick
ed about like an old hat, nearly like an
old hat, nearly used up by the ilagela-
tons Of time, and am now feeling my way
with my cane down the silent valley OF
death, where | must soon pile up my
poor old homes in the mouldy scpulcllre
and, my friends, when you begin to groan
beneath the burden Of age and find storm
after storm rising dark DER your way,
you TOO, will be glad to quit this rust
gathering world"
"Love, my friends, is neither fluid
nor solid; it is sort of compound
quintessencc of something indcscribable
never experienced its effects myself
only speak from observation. 1t ha.
an attractive power like the magnet, no
yet fully understood. Silence those boys
in the gallery.) Like electricity. it per
vades all bodies comes before you know
it; creates a nuster in the breast; pro
duccs fondness for poetry, romantic
places, and shady groves; makes person
feel queer for time and finally depart
as calmly rs christian dies. Not unfrc
quently 1t makes complete fools OF people
as in the case of Wer,er; causes then
to commit suicide, fight duels; take t.
drink. and become vagabonds. Oh m.
heart sinks clear into my trowsers' poke
when ! think of all the mischief that low
has stirred up in this amorous world
Go ask those shattered wrecks of human
ity who are now swarmIng IN our lunati
asylums, what il was that fred the cit
f., of their senses drove reason from he
throne. and spread anarchy over the vas
e empire of the mind; and they might an:
e wer truly, "Love, the tyrant Love !!