The Lincoln County herald., 1870-06-02
THE HER AID.
The Reality Of Dreams.

vCnteu sicePs tc, tue W'serau'e 'oiioweT
of tl.u begsardly master, could, by sleep,
excbuSgc the labors and cxactions of his
position which appropriated his Sakiug
koufs, for the glorious realities aud con
scious repose lie found in drcamland.
Thousands join with him in bencliotons
On tho mythical benefact rs Of the race.
Sleep and nightarc the poor mans lux
ary and holiday. Jobs beautifully poet
cal descriptions Of the grave is peculiarly
applicable to sleep:
where the wicked ccas, from troubling
And the weary arc Al rest,
There the prisoners rest toscthcri
They hear not the voice Of tho oppscssor.
The small and the great are there,
Aud the servants free from his master.
Sleep has been beautifully personifcd
IS tse twin brother OF alter eqo Of death
The simi!c fails in the positive, conscious
enjoym Of reposc which is felt in sleep,
but which &C can scai cely conceive Of as
In death. There Is this consciousness Of
rest in sleep in spite Of the alb encc Of
QUE voluntary exercise of the bodily and
mossal faculties. There is more there
Is the positive enjoyment of happiness as
the soul ranges untrammclcd through the
realities Of dreams, and slides down the
backward groove Of memory to he pleas.
ures Of childhood and youth, dives ted Of
al ahe annoyances that make their pos.
sessions a questionable blessing at the
time. 10 shosc whose maturer years
project on the canvas of their lifc's his
tory only the sombcr tints Of trouble and
sorrow, this dream retrospectis is unspeak-
ably cheering.
Again We wander through ahe pleasant
paths and over the sunny fields Of long
ago, hand in hand with our (avoriic com
panions. Again VIC feel the soft hand Of
parental tenderness placed IN caress or
blessing on our heads the hand that for
years has been but aenseless dust. We
hear the voice of mingled reproof and
affection which once awoke all the better
feelings of our nature that are now hid
den and panoplicd by the indurated ar
NOR of seiiishncss Again We experience
the delicious, dcl;rious agony of love, and
behold the face Of her once so blindly
worshippcd an idol long since removed
from its pedestal.
God, in our dreams, softens the frozen
sell of our hearts and keeps alive the
germs Of human love, which, after all,
are but carnations from His ows great
fountain Of love. He graciously allows
Is to live oyer a,ain the plcasurea of
youth, which We but half appreciated
while VIC had possession, before harsh
experience forccloscd the mortgage.
Through the ivory gate of dresms streams
forth to our tired conscience the life-giv
ing rays of true happiness How pal'ry
our enjoyment Of wide awake conscious
ness compared with the delicious realities
Of sleep. Do not these visitations give
as an earnest of what may be IN the
great hereafter? May we not, after bav.
ing served our harsh earthly apprentice.
ship, grasp those youthful experiences
shat made oue new life heaven Better
than merely human conjecture, may we
not rely upon the promce Of Holy Writ
and appropriate the promise that VIC shall
"renew our youth as the eagle" and look
confidently forward to seal rejuy ena,on
that shall restore our lost joys without
ttsir attendant annoyance?
For the future, dreams and sleep have
. blessing for the weary We loo& for.
ward 10 the possibilities Of the future.
In dreams these possibilities become pres.
snt seali les. We hope, and hope puts
on the character of reality; the wish be-
comes possession. Who shall say that
dreams ore not realities that oaly trou.
bic is real and joy a sham do we not
repel the CONSEQUENCES Of the "glory
that shall be revealed" by our attachment
in our waking hours to that which is "oi
the earth earthly" and in stolidity reject
ing the pleasures that in dreams come
without our volition? Ought we TO re-
iect the iuaginary happiness of sleep for
yife real troubles Of our waking hours
Is it not real philosophy to accept tho
rest and pleasure rather than TO embrace
the toll and suffering.
II dreams are but illusions, tho ignis
fatm Of the mind, surely they lead ia
nothing bad. Better enjoy what seems
40 real, than to encourage and invite wha,
is 60 unpleasant and hard to bear
Those whose life is but dream Of splen'
dor, q loliing in the arms Of somnorifc
pleasure, live life hardly SO real as thai
Of those whose days are wearincss, bu
whose nights are glorious with dreamy
realities. Those dream while awake
and these realize when asleep. Let tn,
poor, the wearied, the tormented, thanl
God that He bas appropriated to them I
portion Of their lives as realizations o
happiness, and believe that His povidcnce
are right and equal, which appropriate tn
day to the pleasure Of one aud the nigh
TO the happiness Of another.
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KILLED. BY A WATER SPour.-l
Fort Blue (Texas) letter to the Indian
apolis Sentinel Of the Oath says: Col
onel Merriam left this post about tn
18th Of April to 20 home. He got as fa
a. the head of the Concho and encampe
for the night. While there water.spou
broke loose some distance above then
anna down upon them like nm ayalanch