Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-04-17

suppose one must bow to the declara.
tions of science, when she really knows
what she is talking about, which is con-
siderable part of the rest of the time, and vel
it is not pleasant to be awakened, and that
right rudelv, from romantic dreams to very
prosaic reality. That however, appears tc
be one of the functions of science, to &C
about like night watchman, or, perhaps
should say night watchwoman, if there is
the caravansari down on her disturbing
slate Continually she is calling us up in
the midst of our most delightful dreams and
charming illusions, pounding on the door
with resounding raps and crying in shrill
and penetrating tones, "Four o'clock! Train
time! Come out of that or you'll be left
Get up out of that rose coloreG dream and
see how cold and gray the sky isp'
We yawn and stretch and get up, oh, SO
reluctantly, and try to cling to the dream a
little while longer, and we do recall it at
varying intervals during the day, each time
with less and less of vividness and accuracy
of detail, until at length it becomes queer
sort of tumble IN the mind, we laugh at it
as we try to tell it, and then woe is we, or
woe are us, as the case NAV be, that dream
II gone forever. An illusion that has once
Zen laughed at, is blown so far away that
all the winds of the trades can never watt it
back again. ,#,..e
We have all had dreams, more or less re-
markable and prolix and interesting of
faithful dogs, and afectionate canary birds
and loving cats, that have grown anxious
and worried when the master or mistress
was ill, and have insisted on coming into
the sick room, and have been permitted
to remain there, and then, when death
claimed the sufferer these dumb friends
have pined away and lost appetite,
and refused food. and died sorrowing
comes from the lecture room where she has
been holding series Of clinics with good
ness knows what all horrors of vivlsection
of things, and as we sit up in bed, trying to
tell the tender and pathetic dream which
mankind has been dreaming, 10! these many
centuries she wrinkles her calm face into an
expression of disdainful unbelief and cries.
"Boshl wake upP' And forthwith proceeds
to tell US that dogs and cats and canary
birds will contract many forms of human
disease, diphtheria, measles, scarlet fever,
ETC., and being left much of the time in a
sick room, do contract disease from the
patient, and then, in most matter of fact
way, not being treated for if, die of the same,
while we, in sentimental mood are diagnos-
ticating broken heart.
Well, there goes another beautiful illu-
sion. It is the same old "sweet gazelle"
business right over again. wouldn't own
q sweet gazelle now, if somebody would let
me have one for its keep. Because when
the gentle little beggar died, as according to
tradition it just has to, I would have a
terrible suspicion that it didn't die for love
of me, but that it had caught some beastly
thing from a caller. One comfort, We
haven't many beautiful dreams left now,
for science to dispeL 1 still believe in the
ground hog, and that you mustn't eat oys-
ters outside of the r months, and believe
somebody will have his grave dug if you
carry spade through the house, and I
know that-Yes, yesi I'm awakel I'm up!
I'm dressedl And Pm In the same old
matter of fact world, too; can tell 1t In the
dark-hard knots in both shoe strings and I
can't find the matches;. that's how know
where am. RoBERr J. BURDETrE