The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1876-04-06

just remember thaC you heard her say
she'd make me sick.''
; And, grasping his bundle, he follow
ed his better half out the door.
BALMY SLEEP.
Something Which Clarence Frisby Has No,
Had for Fifteen Years.
From tho Cohoes IN. ~ Eagle.
Any person who has travelled alonq
the highway between this city and
! West Troy, could not help noticing,
or at least casting casual glance at q
neat, tidy little cottage, situated a
short distance below Cedar grove, be.
tween the highway and the Erie canal.
The house in question is a model of
neatness, as are all it's surroundings;
and well it may be, for the owner of
it, Clarence Frisby, has not closed his
eyes in sleep for the past fifteen years,
and, consequently, has lots of time to
make his house and garden look neat.
MIR. Frisby is now thirty-eight years
old; Is hale and hearty for his age, eats
well, works hard, but sleeps none.
The circumstances of his not sleeping
any having reached the ears of an
Eagle reporter, he directed his foot
steps toward Mr.. Frisby's residence
yesterday afternoon. The house is
about fifty rods from the road, and
surrounded with trees some of which
are evergreens, which make the sur
roundings of the house look cheerful,
even at this inclement season. The
reporter found Mr.. Frisby in, and af-
ter few formal remarks, we pro-
pounded the question: y:'Mr. Frisby.
did you sleep any in fteen years =
The gentleman answered in the neg
tive, with the additional piece of in
formation that from present appear
ances he would not sleep any for fif.
teen years more, unless his Creator
called upon him to sleep the sleep that
knows no waking. We asked him how
it came about that he renounced sleep,
and he was at first reluctant to tell,
but finally after little pressing, gave
the following narrative: ''When a
young man, contracted lazy, indolent
habits, and was scarcely able to do any,
thing but sleep and eat; this habit con-
tinued, and was growing worse day by
day, until at length, could lie in bed
all day and night and would still want
to remain longer. began to get dis
gusted with myself, but all efforts to
shake off my dormant habits were use-
less. My parents, brothers, and SIS
ters, got down ON me, and had no
peace or comfort in the house, still
wanted to lounge, and would retire to
the barn when had no peace in the
house, and would lay down there and
go to sleep. Well, that kind of life
lasted till the 18th of June, 1861. 81
was sleeping in that bed in there"
said he, pointing to bed in the sit
ting.room, land felt something biting
my left leg. 1put down my hand to
see what was the matter, when, Oh
horror! there was huge rat swapping
at me, and a large black snake lying by
my side. 1 roared with all my might
and jumped out of bed nearly scared
to death, and then beheld my father
and eldest brother crouching behind
the head of the bed and laughing with
all their might. My brother held a
string in his hand, which was attached
to the rats body, and by that means
kept it in the bed. l was then told
by my father that he consulted a for
tune.teller in Troy, as to how I could
be cured of my indolent habits, and
was informed by the nacromancer that
a rat and snake put in my bed when
I was asleep, and left there until
awoke, would have the desired effect.
My father and brother resolved to try
the experiment, and did so, and the
result was even better than their fond
est expectations, for I never closed
my eyes in sleep since that never.to-be.
forgotten night.''
Our reporter then asked Mr.. Frisby
If he ever took laudanum to get him
to sleep. He said he had tried every.
thing. Laudanum got him into
a kind of stupor, but not to sleep,
and it's effects wore off after very
short period of time. Other medicines,
too, had like effect. We asked him
how it was that his wonderful case
was not more generally known, and he
said that he told it only to a very few
persons, and even that some of his i'm.
mediate neighbors were not aware of
1t. We asked him If he did not feel
tired and weary for want of sleep, and
he shook his head and said that when
he was tired he lay down and rested
but never went to sleep. He said that
for the first few years it seemed to
him unpleasant to remain in the house
at night, or lay beside any person in
bed, as it made him feel bad to see
other persons enjoy what he could
not, but said he then, with a laugh: II
have got bravely over that" Mr..
Frisby is married for the last eight
years, and is the happy father of two
children. His wife smilingly said to
our reporter that she was glad he
did not sleep, as she was never called
upon to light fires in the mornings,
something that newspapers take
good deal of stock in lately.
Mr.. Frisby is of medium size, we'll pro-
portioned, and seems to enjoy good
health.
England has had her full share of
stormy weather lately. March keeps up
It's roaring lion reputation over there,
but we shall want new set of weather
proverbs here, such as:
Winter is balmy time.
Button, brothers, up with care,
Button up the gay Ulstaire.
New York Herald.
A Scotch minister, who was famed
for his dryness in the pulpit called on
one of his aged hearers: and, as usual,
partook of a cup of tea. He remarked
to the guid wife that her teapot ran