The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1875-03-02


Butler Asleep I'm His Seat.
During the night the stubborn ccntest
over the introduction OF the bayonet bill had
gone on, and the telegraph announced from
time to time the condition of affairs in the
Houseof Representatives. AT last the wei
come tidings came. about noon yesterday,
that there was a sense of general weariness
in the chamber, and that the monotonous
hum OF the clerks voice, drowsily calling
the roll was the only sound of congressional
business audible. And with one graphic
touch the dispatch pictured the whole scene;
Butler is asleep in his seat" No more
significant announcement could be made.
Evsn that restless and tireless servant of
evil who had marshsled the men of the ad-
ministration through the watches of the
night had yielded to the necessity
for repose. The nation at once felt
a sense of rest the news
flew from city to city that Butler was asleep.
With him slumbering at his desk in con-
gress, and all the wheels of the legislative
machinery at rest around, the people knew
that for a short and blessed season the
country was secure from mischief. Even
in the broad glare of MONDAY there came
upon us sense of satisfaction and
peace, like the quiet of Sabbath
eve; and the heartfelt prayer of
Sancho Pansa was echoed from lip
TO lip: Blessed be the man that
invented Sleep" Nay, soma of US, happy
in the unwonted quietude, even hoped that
the innocent slumbers OF the Essex states
man might be prolonged like those of the
hunter ia the Catskills for many years, and
were willing to wish him
Rosy dreams and slupbers light.
providing the sleep were something near TO
everlasting. Would that be were capable OF
such an enchanted reposs as that of Bar
barosss in his cavern, and that his weary
head might rest upon his desk until his
spiky beard grew through the mahogany
and reached the floor like that OF the Ger
man hero. To be sure when he laid down
to rest, he LETT Cessna, of Pennsylvania, in
chargeof his various evil designs, saying
Take you the reins, while from care remove,
And sleep within The chariot which drove.
Bat Cessna, albeit an imp Of much mslig-
nifty and ingenuity, is comparatively
harmless devil, and during his watch the
ship of state was safe enough; therefore we
might well sing with Ancient Mariner:
on sleep it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole TO pole;
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
she sent thst gentle sleep from heaven
That slid into his soul.
And now lest he should waken, be
hushed, ali We harsh and unusual
noises about the capitol Let neither the
snore OF the honorable gentleman from
Georgia, nor the hammer CT the speaker in
terrupt his somnolent visions. Let no strld
ulous locomotive whistle divide the shud-
d ering air-no tintinnabulsry fire bell break
into his dreams. Let the noises of the day
cesse throughout the land, aad only such
sounds as lull to slumber be let loose upon
the winds:
Flow gently, Potomac, among thy green braeS.
Flow gently. sweet river, the theme of my lays;
For Buffers asleep by thy murmuring stream;
Flow gently, Potomac, disturb not has dream!
To and fro the women of Washington troop
in and out, watching the methods and man
ners of man in his conduct of the worlds
affairs; but it is TO be hoped that they will
speak with bated breath, and delay the
shrill whisper of SANDER until they have got
beyond the portico of the capital:
Icharge We, o We daughters OF Jerusalem, by
the roes, and by the binds OF the field, that We
stir not up nor awake my love until ne please.
It is pleasant to see how we'll he sleeps
latter lies fitful fever" The rattle of SILVER
spoons-the reverberations of the Fort
Fisher explosion-the resonant PERIODS of
John Young Brown seem not to trouble
him. Bring poppy and mandrogora, and all
dream giving drugs, to add security to his
repose. Sooth him with
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the |
blissful skies
"Butler is asleep in his seat" Just think |
of that simple fact. The noisiest demagogue |
that ever trod the public stage since Creon |
misled the people of Athens is at rest like |
tired child careless of the oDservant crowd. |
Who would not chant his lullaby:
ri non dormis mater plorat
Inter fila can tans Orat
Blande, vent, somnule.
When he wakens it must be to strife, and |
confusion, and obloquy; let him enjoy Wis
ions with the eyes of his Imagination which,
m2yhsp, see things at truer angles |
and in more gorgeous colorings than the
jaundiced optics over which his lids are now
closed. Asleep he may appreciate the taste
of the divine lotos leaf which waking he
despised:
Surely. surely, slumber is more sweet than toll,
the shore
Than labor I'm the deep mid-ocsan
Wind aud wave ana oar;
Oh rest, brother mariners, We
VIII not wander more.
What foolish things the poets sometimes
sing. Now. there is that sleek, soft clergy
man, who spent his easy days in the COM
position of unhappy night thoughts, who