The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1856-11-05
NASAL MUSIC.

, England excel in this kind of melody
If melody it can be correctly styled
but the editor of the Georgia Famil.
Visitor, in the subjoined humorous essa,
and personal experience, shows that tn,
like unpleasant music is to be heart
down South" once in while:
| Heaven bless the man who invent
ed siessc--Ss,' quoth honest Sancho Panza
and many poor mortal has reiterated
the pious benison of the famous Cover
nor Of Barataria. What god-send
this great invention has proved to the
noble army of poets, and authors, and
clergymen, and orators of every sort
who would be altogether uncomfortable
but for this failing resource
Banish it from the world, and what a
beggarly account of empty boxes u
should we have at our churches, at lee
ture-rooms and on all public occasions.
and what vast number of Sonnets to
Young Lady Sleeping and such like
would be entirely lost to the world
But for the deep sleep which fell upon
Adam, we should never had that most
glorious of all institutions-woman.-
Somebody has remarked that it was a
blessed thing Adam had good nap on
that occasion. for he probably never en-
joyed quiet one afterwards. Not be-
ing Benedict we are unable to pro-
nouncs this q SANDER on our own re-
sponsibility.
The Irish have legend that when
child smiles in its sleep the angels are
lowering over and whispering to it.
Pierce Pungent thinks differently. He
cites the case of poetic young lady,
who said as her infant nephew smiled
" Dear little one-the cherubs are sing
ing to it =" Nonsense, Polly" cried
tho matter Of fact mother, {" it's not the
cherubs-its the collie" Pierce de-
clares that there is an intimate relation
ship between "wind, sleep and pepper
mint" and tells us of something he read
in an ancient volume, of certain Mrs.
G. who couldn't sleep on account of the
terrible wind which was blowing out of
doors. I" Horace, my love, how dread
fults-the wind howlssoR't you hear
it? I can't sleep for it.
My DEAR" said her better half, who
was philosopher, "open the window
and put peppermint lozenge outside"
"Why ?" asked his wife.
Because" quoth he, " its a good
thing to cure the wind"
But the wind is not the only disturb
er of dreams. There is certain class
of sleep destroyers-veritable Macbeths
who " "murder sleep" and think no
more of it than does Miss Lucie Lilac
OF breaking heart-your fellows who
make night hideous with their nasal mu-
sic, which seems to quiet their own
nerves in as great degree as it excites
other peoples.
Now we insist that great reform
is needed in this matter. Snorers should
either be made to correct this abomina-
BILE habit, or somo law ought to be en-
acted compelling them to keep them
selves to themselves" After one has
established a reputation for the bust
ness, he is generally avoided by his ac-
quaintances, but, unfortunately, such fell
lows travel sometimes. Did you ever
watch a confirmed snorer worm himself
into the good graces of stranger, who,
totally unsuspicious of the trap he is
falling into, agrees to share room with
him ? Poor fellow he little knows
what a night is before him.
Why can't this thing be corrected in |
early life Children are taught pro-
priety in other matters, and why should
not the Nervousness Of this offence
against good manners be pressed upon
them ? Has a parent who sends out a |
confirmed snorer fulfilled the Scripture
Train up child in the
way he should 60 ?'' We contend that
no man has right to 60 out into the
world with an unruly nose, which will |
not allow others to enjoy their natural
rest. Night is blessed gift of hea en-
to man:
cit robs the world of light,
To lend in lieu greater benefit,
Repose and sleep"
It is the season of rest and refreshment |
after the labors, and cares and troubles
of the day; and when we put out the
candle we at the same time desire to put |
out the world. Why, then, should he
who robs US of this clear and indisputa.
BILE right, be held less culpable than he
who flches from US our good name, OF
steals our purse2
We we'll remember an awful night |
once passed at a public hotel. 1t was
summer time, and we came in tired and
sleepy. There was bright moon shi-
ming, and its silvery beams came in
through the open windows and made the
room almost as bright as day. There
were two beds in the apartment. We
saw strange pair of boots and apparel
not our own alongside of one of them,
and we knew at once that We had room
mate, but it caused us no uneasiness, for
we had no well-flled purse or other val
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