The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1880-12-02

I that won t do, birch your body we'll with
singing nettles.' It is very ancient
remedy, and I should think might an
swer mental diversion in your case.
At all events, forswear the bottle.''
"The bottlep' answered Clifford, sad
~. "How shall I convince you that I do
not care for it2 Up to yesterday even
had fought for some time pretty success
FULLY against the dream demon, as you
will call it, and had only drank moder-
ately of wine at my brothers. table. It
was the afternoon, that time toward four
o'clock when our vitality is said to be at
the lowest-mlne certainly is. I thought
a glass of absinthe would relieve me,
but then it occurred to me that the alb
sinthe would not give me the slightest
| pleasure Or solace if could not dream
| over it. II I had to think on the past
and present after drinking it, it would
only intensity my feelings and makeIthem
| the more terrible. So did not drink,
and turned my steps toward home, sor-
| rowful and detected. It was then that
the enchanted castle rose before me in al.
its allurements. was drawn, or went,
If you will, toward its portals, and once
enter there my will is gone. That
means drink. To resume-primary evil,
dreaming. Graft upon it, drinks
Grouse yourself, man, replied the
physician with afectionate earnestness.
''Your case is in your own hands. Think
of all the wise hold dear in ife-ot
mans esteem, of woman's affection and
| of the worlds honor"
"Supposing that I like my world bet
ter than yours!' replied the dreamer.
"Who knows which is the better, the
world OF facts or that Of fancy2 Here,
| am shabby outcast; the very children
! on your streets cry out on me. There,
not royal Israel in his glory was arrayed
with more magnificent than I. I feast
off sumptuous fare served to me by
Numidian maids on golden salvers. Z
drink rich wines from :jeweled goblets,
cooled with mountain snow. Ny abodes
are ivory palaces, built by pleasant
waters, where the white cygent woos the
lily queen, and there I am made glad.
In my gardens the tall cedar spreads her
ample canopy against the monday sun.
Flowers OF gorgeous hues and subtle
fragrance cluster over crystal fountains.
The lucious fruit hangs ripe upon the
lime and orange tree. Terrace upon
terrace rises range upon range, each
thronged with graceful statues, till all
are crowned by graceful towers, whence
my banner floats. The groves beneath!are
full Of nightingales and dancing elves.
Fairy mlnstrels awaken the lutes that
give answer to soft dulcimers. The dis
tant clash of fair Titania's cvmbals, comes
from afar, each with silver sound. NV
word is power. In my audience halls
await am AMBASSADORS from subject nations.
My laws give wealth and peace to mil
lions, AMI when ride abroad, sattended
by my court and ministers, my people
crowd about my horses rein to kiss ny
feet, and shout with heart and voice:
God save the king.'''
"That way lies Madness remarked
the doctor gravely. eve oall 1t doxo-
mania, Or morbid passion for vain
glory
"What would you give me in exchange
for its'' replied the dreamer, grimly.
"Chambe1s in Plump Court or Lincoln's
Inn; Sunday dinner with my friendly
editor or kind attorney, till had grown
base enough to be knighted with some
huxter, made rich by cheating his fellow
men; or, were stepped to the very lips
in infamy, till was made junior baron
in your falling house of lords, a tool of
party, the very essence of a 1oughG"
awake up, say" replied the doctor,
rather testify. "Wake up, and be a
man!'
"No, thank you," replied Clifford. II
would rather return to my slumbers
Lately, too, there has come into my slum-
bers vision of unutterable loneliness.
Her form is all my soul has ever pictured
of the beautiful; her voice is what my
ears have keenest sought in music; her
eyes are lode-stars, and her lips are
sweeter than the honeycomb, though shape
and voice and lips be all of air. Good
Bye
"Yet stay" said Graham, auxiously,
''or, at least, do not go empty handed.
Take this, and when it is gone, whv.
come again, for auld lang syne.' -
The vagabond's hand clutched almost
fiercely at the coins held out to him.
Never tear,'' said he with an absent
laugh, "you will see me again. =.
Then his spare, bent figure went sham
bling away out OF the doctors house,
which was all bathed in sunshine, and
passed into the shadow beyond.
"Poor devil'' sighed the prosperous
physician. II must not let him go; he
is staggering straight to mad-house.'
And Graham seized his hat, but his SER
want met HIM in the doorway before he
could pass out.
''There are twelve patients, sir, in the
waitlng-room,' said the man mechanl-
cally, "and here are three kilograms"
The doctor put down his hat. He was
vexed and angry with himself. Duty IS
hard taskmaster. But could anything
have been done for Walter Cliford2-
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