The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1873-02-08

'ihio he luIheu tne SPlgOt OF the water.
cask, it foaned soda vanilla if YOU
turned it one way, strawberry if you turn
ed it the other. The spittoon was solid
silver, and had never been used but once.
when child threw into it an orange peel
ing. The car was filled with lords and
duchesses who rose and bowed as he passed
through to collect the fare They all in
sisted on paying twice as much as was de-
manded, telling him to give half to the
company and keep the rest for himself
Stopped few minutes at Jolly Town,
Gleeville, and Velvet junction, making
connection with the Grand Trunk and
Pan Handle route for Paradise But when
the train halted, there was no Jolt, and
when it started there was no Jerk. The
track was always clear, no freight-train in
the way, no snow bank to be shovelled-
tram always on time. Banks of roses on
either side, bridges with piers of bronze,
and dagmen clad in cloth of-gold. The
train went three hundred miles the hour,
but without any risk, for all the passen-
gers were insured against accident in
company that was willing to pay four times
the price Of what any neck was worth
The steam-whistle breathed as sweetly as
any church-choir chanting it's opening
piece. Nobody asked the conductor to
see his "time- table," for the only dead
any passenger had was that of coming to
the end of his journey.
AS night came on, the selfadustine
couches spread themselves on either side:
patent bootjacks rolled up and took your
boots off; unseen fingers touched the dam
ask covers all about you, and the porter
took your pocket-boo to keep till morn
ing, returning it then with twice what Won
had in it at nightfall. After awhile, the
train slackens to one hundred and seventy
five miles an hour, and the conductor in
his dream announces that they are coming
near the terminus. More brakes are dropp-
ed, and they are running but ninety miles
the hour; and some one, looking out of the
window, says, How slow we go.'' EYES,"
says the conductor, 'we are holding up"
Now, they have almost stopped, going at
only seventy miles the hour. The long
line Of depot-lamps are flashing along the
track. On the platform of the station are
the lovers who are waiting for their be-
trothed, and parents who have come down
to greet their children, returned with a
fortune, and wives who have not been able
to eat or drink since their spouse went
away three weeks before. AS the cushion
ed train flashes into the depot and stops,
wedding-bells peal, and the gong of many
banquets sounds, and white arms are flung
about necks, reckless of mistake, and innu
merable percussions of affection echo
through the depot, so crisp and loud that
they wake the conductor, who thought
that the bosterous smack was on his own
cheek, but finds that he is nothing but a
bachelor railroad-man, with lantern, at
midnight getting out into a snow bank.
Application: Get an easy position when
you sleep, if you have any choice between
angels and gorgons. At midnight, seizing
chair, ran into the next room, resolv-
ing to kill, at the first stroke, the ruffian
who was numbering member of my house.
hold. But there was no ruffian. The sweet
girl had, during the day, been reading of
St. Bartholomew massacre, and was now
lying on her back, dreaming it all over
again. When dreams find any one lying
flat on the back, they cry out: {" Here is
flat surface on which to skate and play
ball." and from scalp to toe they sport
themselves. The hardest nag in all the
world to fight is the nightmare. Many
think that sleep is lost time. But the style
of your work will be nightly affected by
the style of your slumber. Sound Asleep
is sister of Wide Awake. Adam was the
only man who ever lost rib by mapping
too soundly; but when he woke up he
found that, instead of the twelve ribs with
which he started, he really had nigh two
dozen. BY this l prove that sleep is not
satisfaction, but addition. This very
night may that angel pnt balm on both
your eyelids five minutes after you touch
the pillow!