The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1883-10-10

Brain-The Marked Difference Between
Condolences and wirninGs-a Few Hard
Nuts for Philosophers to Crack.
dreams are but children of an idle brain.
Begot Of nothing but vain fantasy"
-Shakespeare.
"wen may dreams present US fctions.
Since our waking moments teem
With such fanciful convictions
As make life itself dream"
Campbell.
What is dreamP Is it a temporary
frolic of the brain which, released from
the guidance of reason, relaxes from
rules and laws and indulges in little
incoherent amusement of its own. as
the chairs and tables are said to do
when the family has gone to bed and
the house is stillp Does it originate
and invent its fantastic images, or are
they merely the shadows and echoes of
past events? Is it a psychological in
blending of both? There certainly
have been dreams that foretold events
which came true, and how, then, did
the sleeper get his premonitory knowl-
edgep Bottles of hot water placed to
the feet will produce certain impress
sions and dreams of vague and unsatis-
factory nature. Ice, applied to the
temples, will give happy dreams, in
which rare colors appear before the
dreamer's eyes. But these are effects
caused by the bodily sensations, and
are communicated to the brain by
nerves, not by occult intelligence. A
French writer is quoted as saying that
TO dream gloriously we must act glori-
ously while we are awake, and
to bring down angels to con-
verse with us in our sleep we must
labor in the cause of virtue during the
day. There can be no possible doubt
that the same idea or train of ideas
which pursues us through the day fol-
lows us into the land of dreams and
runs up and down the ladder of sleep
with persistency which often is annoy
ing and wearisome. Sometimes the
idea that eluded us in the day comes to
us at night. Musicians have found a
lost chord in their dreams; mathematic-
ians have decided abstruse calculations
by the correct figures which their wax
ing minds could not grasp, but which
came to them clearly when they were
sound asleep aud we're with them when
they awoke. Franklin had several of
his projects decided for him by dreams.
Sir j. Herschel composed poetry in his
sleep, which he committed to paper on
awakening. Goethe says, in his me-
moirs; :. The objects which had occu-
pied my attentio' uring the day often
reappeared at night in connected
dreams. In the morning 1 was accus-
toned to record my dreams on paper"
Coleridge composed his poem Of the
"Abyssinian Maidn in dream, and it
was said of Lord Jeffrey that, although
he went to bed at night with events,
plans and dates all in whirl in his
head, during sleep "they all crystal
lied around their proper centers.n
1t is considered among people of edu-
cation and refinement vulgar habit to
relate dreams or attach any Importance
to them; yet.we are told of Lord Bacon
that he himself records dream in
which he saw his fathers house in the
country plastered all over with black
mortar, and he had no doubt on waking
that he should hear bad tidings. 1t ac-
tually proved true, as his father died on
the very night on which he dreamed.
When Postmaster Jewell was dying he
awoke from brief sleep and inquired
if anything was wrong in the family of
-, mentioning his bfother-in-law's s
name. They told him there was not,
when he remarked: s.Very strange"
and added that he had dreamed there
was. His brother-in-law had Just died,
but the family deemed it best to keep
the news from him, fearing fatal re-
suits.
In the old Bible days young men saw
visions and the old men dreamed
dreams, and great importance was at
tached TO them, as the history of Joseph
shows. eEgyptians and Babylonians
governed thier lives by dreams, as the
Chinese do to-day. There is something
more than an idle superstition in the
matter; but, as all people are not
dreamers, there are many who are ut
terly skeptical There are incidents in
the writer's knowledge of dreams so re-
markable that they can not be explained.
If they were warnings, they failed to
warn or to alarm, but they anticipated
strange events. One was that of little
child who had never seen a coffin or
looked on death. He sat ut the break
fast-table eating his bread and milk,
happy and in good health. Suddenly
he looked up at his mother and said:
Mamma, last night when l was
sleep man came here with a pritty
box for me-"
Then he took some bread crumbs and
showed his mother the shape of the box.
Her heart stood still, for il was the ex-
act outline of a coffin. and in less than
a week her darling was buried, a vic
tim to spasmodic Group.
A Mrs. Griffin had several sons
grown to manhood, one of whom-her
eldest and best beloved-was away
from home. The mother slept alone. in
a bedroom off the sitting-room. In the
night she dreamed that her son came
home, entered the sitting-room, warmed
himself at the fire, took off his coat and
hung it over chair, and looked in at
her q moment, as was his habit before
retiring. She tried to speak to him,
but could not. In the morning she
awoke with the impression that he had
really come home and looked for his
coat and hat, but, as it was not there,
corcluded he had taken it upstairs with
hia. At breakfast, as he did not APP
pear. she sent one of his brothers up to
call him, but the young man came back
and said his bed was not disturbed and
he had not returned. While they were