Arkansas true Democrat., 1858-08-11

oason iIs euSe anu SLOW combustion, has ruSted out the word POWER" once traced upon the blade, as no service could have done. We wish when we look at him, that he had fancied he would be hanged to-day, for then, if we may believe the turnkeys, he would have slept soundly last night. If man needs the iniuno- ton, take no thought for the morrow" but once in twenty-four hours, let it be when he is about to sleep; let his plans end with the ended day, his blow left in the furrow, as when men are summoned to battle; so may he slumber as if he were about to be hanged!
 The process of going to sleep is like plea sant laps down dreary river One has no use of his head, and the muscles have holiday: we all nod from Homer down, like so many Mandarns. The eyes close; "there is no specu latlon' in them. The olfactory nerve trans mlts no message, we cannot tell boauet from a button. The palate grows dull; spices and shavlngs have equal savor The daughters of music are brought low" they do not rise up at the cliuk of gold. "The unruIy member, holds out the longest, but at last it dies away in murmur, and the man is asleep all over One after another, his vigilant sentres have yielded and sunk down at their posts; his mind has re- tired into Its Inner sanctuary, or has gone abroad arTayed Tn a white dream. Now mark how slight the difference; it comes back with the new day, why, It Is nothing but sleep; if it never | returns, we give 1t the name of death.
 Your napper, who catches little winks of re. pose, envles him who sleeps like log; and it IS pleasant to see, in the white pillow, a little matrlce just hollowed to ''the golden bow,' that was land there; neat little nest for the head that did not toss about like a bubble in a witch's l cadron, but only reeined upon the pillow, like watch upon cushion, waiting to be wound. Such pillow in the morning has a sweet story of It's own; It tells of quiet rest and peaceful dreams, 1t 1t does rot indicate that other slum Der which no clarion but an Angels can ever break. .--.......--..t <,
 Nature will maintain the repairs in these houses of ours. if we will only keep out of the way long enough; if we clear away the litter of thought, and give her room She does her work for men, just when she makes her dews for fowers-in the nighttime There must be no breath of air stirring here, and no gust of pas sion there; no clouds hiding Heaven in the one and no cares lowering darkly in the other. It is a still and starry night it is clam, untroubled soul. And nature will be obeyed; she will punish us as readily for not being blest, as she will for being unfit to be blest; and just as the summer, without night of calm. would have no lewelry of dews but world of languish. ing flowers instead, so he who cannot surrender his nights to balmy sleep" will have garlands ot withered fancies, and thoughts parched and shnveled with the fever of the heart Sancho Panza's rough beatitude-" bless lngs on his head who invented sleep'-wll be echoed by all hearts, until of the last it shall be sad" and the weary are at rest,''
 Nights sweet child Sleep the tilmy y-eyed, Murmurlng like noontide bee"
 has reversed more decisions than all the courts of the world eked out life's poor Julian wears many rich and rlpening day, and strewn its harvest fields with thoug hts, we yet are binding | into sheaves.
 For men who fight tomorrow, nature will play the Armorer, tonight, her noiseess ham, mer " close the rivets up" and fit them for the fray.
 But to our sleeper who was all asleep; when We wish to get at him. we do as the Knights before grand castles--summon him with the sound ol trumpet; we cry aloud; we seize him as we do rabbit, by the ears, and he .comes to"--whatever there is of him, one after anoth- er--a queer phase certainly, to be written of one man, but yet if you think ot it, not so queer as the 1rishman's story, wherein he asserted that he "swrountea the enemy.'
 The tongue, whether in a man or woman al- ways the last to be wearied, is aroused to mutter; the taste returns; the arms and feet are projected this way and that, until he is a human letter X; the hands washed in air, like Lady Macbeth in her walking dreams; the lower jaw IS let down, two or three times, like calash top: the eyes open; the man has awakened by detachments, and at last he is all alert.
 Some men leap out of sleep into instant wake fulness, as if they were projected from cata- putt; but such Is not natures way who "stands upon the order of her going" and very seldom goes, '" at once"
 What programme there is for dawning day: the dmmest tint ol light, the faintest flush of rose, the least gllmmer of gold; how beautiful are the pink eyelids of morning! Then the clouds are strDwn along, like mantles for the klnS to walk on; the woods begin to kindle; the mountains rpen like a peach's sunny side: the streams run silver; the kitchen smoke turns pillar of glory; the kitchen window blazes in panels Of gold; 1t is sunrise at last and the day was worth waiting for.
 Despite the old rhyme that has trotted down to us like donkey with it's pannier of wisdom, early to bed and early to rise--we do not be. lieve in a morning made of tallow: we have no fancy for a whale-oil dawn, or a camphene sun- rise. To bunder about like beetles by candle light, before breakfast, will put m an in capi- tai way to be lowed about the world by dog in leading strings or if classicaly inclined, to adopt as his own, Ajaz's prayer for light It is not natures way, and if persisted in, will ex- tinguish man, after while, at is he could be blown out like taper.
 All things share with man, the precious gift of sleep; the flower that takes but two breaths a day, wraps itself in its green mantle at night; the keen glance of the falcon is sheathed like sword; the dove lays its head on pillow of down, and covers it up with wing: the sha- dows creep out from the foot of the wall and lie at full length on the earth; the wooden lids close over the two speculative eyes Of the vil- lage store, and the village mill falls into does by the drowsy stream. And thus around the world from leaf and lip, from shadow and from soul mass the nleaSant ANnrdS. talInnn NIcur