Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1867-03-21
4 TRUE STORY OF REAL LIPB.
A Remarkable Dream.
dreams are ba. children of an idle brain,

Begot of nothing but vain fantasy"
! So saith Shakespeare, but wha
may hold good in some cases doe
not hold good in all cases, other
wise there would be general rules
! without exceptions, and that is
held by logicians to be morally
impossible. With me a dream is
a dream, and there's an end ont
but not SO with everybody. There
are some men in this world whe
attach considerable Importance
to the "baseless farbric" of a dream
which fits unbidden through the
brain; and / believe, as asgeneral
thing, it is conceded that the fe-
male portion of humanity have
an abiding faith in dreams.
Whether they be so, l am not pre-
pared to say, and leave the ques-
tion to those deeper versed in hu-
man nature than | am for a solu-
ton; but, | do say that the most
intelligent lady that. ! ever was
acquainted with was a firm believ-
er in the foreshadowing of dreams.
Come to think of it, the great
est affront l ever gave lady was
owing to a dream. She was past
a certain age, and used to annoy
me by asking me what "sign" it
was to dream of this or that, Just
as if Twas a second Joseph whose
special mission was to interpret
dreams. / bore it with great good
humor for long time, but MY pc.
tience finally gave way, and | en-
ded the nuisance summarily.
One evening ] was one of a Sc
lect company assembled in parlor
and we were having ga time of it,
generally. When all the ordinary
topics were exhausted, and con-
versation began to flag, the lady
in question turned her vinegar
face toward me and said =:
"By-the-bye, ] had a most sim
gular dream last night, | actually
dreamed that | was married to two
husbands! Now can you tell me
what sign that is p
Certainly, miss. 1t is a sign
that you are old enough to fulfill
half the dream at least" -
Murderl What a malicious
rascal | must have been in her es-
timation She said nothing, but
her eyes flashed like those of a
hyena, while her thin white lips
quiyered with rage. She never
asked me to interpret another
dream; in fact, if recollect right
ly, she did not speak to me at all
for several years after this rather
free Interpretation. sr-'zs s.ss.,sse
But to my story Of a remarka-
BILE dream and if there be truth
in the tale of the sdreamer--and
there is no reason to doubt his
word--then, indeed, lit was a re-
dream. % - *'7 -
Some years ago, in a little city
in the, West, lived Richard Miller,
an honest, industrious, sober shoe
maker. He had emigrated from,
Philadelphia few years previous to-
the opening of mystory, withghis
wife and child, and by economy ]
and the closest attention to busi-,
ness he managed to- lay 1upl six
hundred dollars. This sum he
would have undoubtedly so increas-
ed as to place himself beyond the
reach of want in a few years, had
it not been for that insidious mon
ster, consumption. The fell de-
strcyer came to him, as usual in
such cases, in a bad cold, land for
a. long time he fattered himself !.
into the belief that it was only a
bad cold; but, like a skillfnl sap
per and miner, it soon undermined
bis constitution, and he began
to have some faint glinmering of
his real condition. so ez fs.iis1 4
There was no use staying any
longer in the West, so he seld out
his stock and fixtures, and return
ed to Philadelphia, where he. took
up his permanent abode. Having
become entirely too weak to work, J,
be spent his daysain that Inactive
but petulant state so common 70
consumptives. 4
One Sav he took If into his head