The Newtown bee., 1878-03-21
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by E--which deserves attention, and that is the profession of lnyalidism.
 Nor by any means do refer to the fancied woes, rhe hypochondria, the cul- tivaed selishness, which enjoys poor health" No; mean \ mastery of the genuine Imprisonment. victory over pain, solitude, suffering. and disappoint- menI--a sor. of learning and philosophy which shall make the four walls expand into universe and beyond 1t; which shall compel the fevered brain to give back visions of delight, as well as of mis. cry; which shall extract sweet from the dull bitterness of unascustomed sloth shall make the counterpane, in deed, a counter pain, 2 Field of the Cloth of Gold, on which mimic and greater knights shall rival the spleRdors of Francis I. and of Henry VIII.
 The simile suggests warfare; and, in- deed it is a battle. The first foe to be unhorsed is Hope deferred. This wretch ed antagonist, who comes deftly disguis- ed, and says, Probably you will be well tomorrow" and who urges your faint ing forces to grasp the pen, to seize the needle, to resolutely open the book whe suggests to you that you could eat if you tried, and be strong if you would be must be killed at oncel The first text book of the new profession should give proper details>for his destruction, To enjoy, to profit bya fit of sickness, give up the ideas of health lssra to hs disorganized heap, q poor, worthless, unable thing, creature without a pur. pose or use, except to suffer Chat fas- cinating peculiarly is left when all else is goneJ; and, having convinced your self that you can do nothing, then wrap the drapery or your couch about you, and lie down to pleasant dreams.
 Divide your day and your night (for you will have great deal of night-skir- mishing to do--guerills warfare--for pains, and aches, and surprises of being worse, come most frequently during those shaded hoars) into different terri, tories.'
 From four o'clock in the morning 10 nine, consider yourself ia Siberia; for it is the dreariest of periods. Even your faithful nurse has crept off to we'll. .earn- ed slumbers. Everything is asleep ex- cept your pain and the work-a-day world which arouses itself painfully to miser. able day. Distant fog bells toll in this period ; the rattle of milkcart or ics- cart falls aharply on the ear. It is dark, and dreary. and yet light; your 6re has gone Gut, and the greater fire, the sun, is struggling vainly to reach you through intervening clouds, which the earth sul, lenly wraps herself in. You are. fatig- ued with a long wrestle with sleepless- ness. Imagine yourself simply patriot in chains being dragged over the snews to Siberia
 The idea is picturesque it has its mer- it's You read over again "ThaGdeus of Warsaw" in memory, and Elizabeth 4; or, the Exiles of Siberia"--a cold, color, less misery has, after all, its charm # properly considered. The shadows with which the best artists paint snow are softest blue and delicate purple. There are in these sad pictures the delightful tints of self-sacrfice, patience, and cour- age.
 Then as the sun rises, and creeps into your room, things begin to mend Your punishment may not be eternal; tho cz4r may become element; you may be released. You sleep little, and are go- ing to be resigned to your Siberian ban ishment, when Jane eaters with cup Of tea.
 Most balmy, most delicious of beverages you drink it, and suddenly Siberia vanishes. and you are in the south of France Peasant-girls, with bows in their hair and crosses on their brown necks, dance for you under the walnut trees. The gay seigneurs have coms down from younder chateau 10 see them, greyhounds run about, and horses neigh under the adjacent trees. Jane is an en- chantress, and has summoned for yer the prettiest group that Vatican, or VaR Loo, or Boucher, ever painted. "Et in Arcadia egoi" Itpssses quickly. but it is perfect while it lasts.-M. E. ". s.. ia Applston's Journal for AprS1