Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1858-10-02

dence the man was convicted and after
wards made full confession ofhis crime
We have never heard more extraordinary
confirmation of the truth of the ying, that
Murder will out" and it is an incident
well confirmed. ed.-Knicherbochcr
Sleep.
The Indifferent reader will most probably
glance over this little essay, and 10y it down
without porcciving its merit. The atten-
tive reader will see that there are few words
of more than one syllable used in it, To
appreciate the ingenuity of such an effort,
one has only to try to initiate it:
Rest is sweet. When day has closed
and sounds oftoil are heard no more, night
draws her dark robe around the earth and
sets it with stars. Man, worn with the toll
and strife of the day, goes to his home, and
soothed by the lull is wooed to rest Now,
as he lies on his cou thoughts that vex-
ed him by day throng his mind. 1t is
sweet to muse on the joys of life, our loves
and hopes, as Sleep weighs down the lids
of our eyes and sheds his sweet balm DER
the worn frame. One by one our limbs
yield to his touch; thoughts dance round
us in wild, mixed waltz-then one by one
they leave us; the mind makes one fond
grasp at each loved shade'as it flies, but
fails to seize it /: the brain whirls, the mind
acts no more, and we sink down and cease
to be. "
This isslcep so like death that some have
| called them twins. But death we fear, while
Sleep seems to us a kind nurse who takes
to her lap the vcxcd child. We know that
death bears us on his breast to the world
we know not, but which we may not leave
when once our feet have touched its plains,
while Sleep leads us but to the world of
| Dreams.
The bright world of dreams at nigh.
we row our bark on it's lakes and seas OF
glass; our feet tread its shores and we walk
mid its cells Brooks sing to us as they
leap on their way Birds with bright
plumes geetu from the boughs, as we pass
cd through the groves. No trees are there
so green as those that grow in the land of
dreamsj no flowers so rare as those that
spring from the glad soil as We draw near.
Towers crowned with gold throw back to
the sun the light he gives and we glide on
through halls throngcd with loved ones of
earth, Orthose who passed from us long since
to the world of shades. Night by night
we talk to the loved ones there, and list to
the tales they breathe in our ears; and our
hearts swell with the bliss we feel. But
'e' en- the throb with which the heart greets
the joy is its dirge; for we wake to weep
for the joy that lives not but in our dreams
and is too sweet to be known on earth
How wise a gift is sleep. In the hush
ofnight sleep is born and rest comes to
man. Morn comes; with the dawn he
leaves his couch and goes forth to toll with
new zeal "as a strong man to run race"
Each day of toll has its night of rest
Thus it is through life, till at list death
comes, and man sleeps to wake to a new
life of joy or shame. AS in sleep there is
no work, so there is none in the grave
To one worn with toll the night of death
must be sweet.
But there is no change there; "as the
tree falls so it must die" If then the day
of life be lost, how sad the night. For
when the trump shall sound to wake us
from this last long sleep, we shall be judg-
cd for our works; he that has done we'll
shall rise to JOY that ends not, he who has
done i'll to shame and woe. Work, then,
while the day lasts, for the night comes
when no man can work"
Hon ALEXANDER III. STEPHENS, of
Georgia was once running for Congress
with anopponent of unusually largestature,
and on the stump one day the discussion
became exceedingly warm Whereupon the
large man said to Stephens, who is small
and delicntO: why, / could button your
cars back, and swallow you whole, sir p
To which rude remark Stephens retorted: ::
"And # yon did, You would then have
more brains in your stomach than youover
had in your head r The laughter which
followed efFeetually dissipated the ill-humor
which was gaining ground.
UpoN traveller telling Gen. Doyle, an
| Irishman, that he had been where the bugs
were soiarge and powerful chat two of them
would drain mans blood IN one night,
the general replied; "My good sir we
have the samc animals in Ireland, but they
are called hum bugs"