The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1873-08-08
q The IntefI0F journal
THE WEATHER.

For The Interior journal.
THE WEATHER.
by A. FoULE.
Mid all the trials and tribulations Of
earth, / have never lost faith in an over
ruling Providence. But, / tell you,
some few nights past have shaken me
terribly. am Of the decided opinion
that all things are for the best, but am,
also, firmly established in the belief that
some things are inexplicable.
The days are warm, but the nights
are almost insupportable as the sun sinks
behind the western hills he wraps him
self up in all the little breezes that fan
ned US through the day and leaving not
breath Of air he sinks upon his couch.
The sky draws down and we seem roast
ing in some huge Ogre's oven but you
say your prayers and go to bed to find
that rest from labor, and that sweet re-
pose that nature requires ard pleasure
demands. Presently you BECOME con-
scious of a warmer glow permeating
your entire system, which, in few min
utes, becomes perfectly insupportable.-
You turn first on one side, and then try
the other, then crossways, then diagonal,
then reverse ends and back again, but
no better than before. The perspiration
flows in sluices from the gaping pores of
your epidermis; you are enjoying the
luxury Of sea bath at home, but il
amt all luxury, most of it is hot
Presently yos get up to see If there isn't
smelling furnace in full blast under
your bed, then you conclude the town is
on fire, but peep out of doors vexa-
tiously convinceS you that all are slum-
bering quiet. You go back to bed and
repeat the former little episode, but
there is no use trying it. 1t can't be
stood again, you rise, throw up the win
dow, slam open the door, knock over
your ink on fifty pages of finished manu-
script and then drawing off all superHu.
Gus clothing in this delightful q frame
of mind you put yourself in your little
bed. Despite your violent temper, you
must confess that in few minutes you
do feel better. The cool breeze, formed
by the rushing in Of air at the door and
passing out at the window, most sweetly
fans your denuded form in its passage.
Relief comes at last. You begin to
think. You suddenly become repentant
and really do wish you had MT sworn so
awhile ago; you are sorry for it, very,
and ashamedof losing your temper. You
get grateful. and thank the man that
invented sleep, and your lucky stars that
the discovery occurred before the day of
"patent rights" In short, you work
yourself into an enviable state of mind
you even conclude that your mother-in-
law, like other women, has her faults,
but after all she's rs good a woman at
heart as the sun shines on.
Filled with such tender thoughts as
these your weary, harrassed mind, borne
on the downy pinions of sweet imagina-
ton, takes its flight to the fewery fanci-
full fields Of the beautiful dreamland, and
wanden in sweet, peaceful happiness
amid its floral gardens, along its shady,
murmuring, loveinspiring brooks. or
rests quiet and sweetly underneath its
elysian bowers. Bright forms. not Of
earth, come and go. Sweet music, un-
heard by mortal ears, floats softly upon
the perfume-laden breezes, and ricl
voices, Of celestial melody, speaks soft,
soothing words of comfort to the poor
wanderer at last at home; and soft hands.
with unimaginable tenderness, smooth
the careworu furrows upon your brow.
All is happiness! An is peace.
Suddenly the vision changes. Your
fairies are fends. your flowers are faded,
the soft brightness has given place to
Egyptian darkness, the music has chang
cd into the horrid braying of rams
horns, the soft voices have become yells
Of infurmted demons. and experiencing
a sensation somewhat like going through
a carding machine you awake and find
yourself Utterly embedded in mosquitoes.
The truth flashes into your mind in an
instant You never thought Of musqui.
tOs when you left the door and windows
open. You rise and dive into your
light q lamp and. after
smashing a mirror, breaking the lamp.
demOlishiug several articles
Of use aud ornament, getting yourself
into a isrvent heat. and knocking ths
skin OF your hands in various And sun
dry places by slappins where a musqni-
TO wasn't, you finally succeed in destroy
ing and driving out the intruders and
letting down the musquito bars you are
quiet again. The clock strlkss one. 30