St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-01-16
COuRTING MORPHEUS.
Iothing Easier Than Going to
Sleep When You Go to
Sleep,
But Nothing So VeXatious as
a Failure to SnooZe at
SnooZe Time.
Counting Sheep Going Over a
Stile in Fields of Vepdant
Green,
And Wandering in the Woods
With Alice, Considered
as Aids.

The only right and proper way to go
10 sleep is just to 20 10 sleep. There's
nothing easier. anybody can tell you.
You come home somewhere between the
hours of 10 and u, skip up stairs two
steps at time, murmurng, God bless
The man who first invented sleep; so
Sancho Panza said, and so say - shed
FOUR clothes in a twinkle. too tired and
sleepy to care where they fail, and
throw yourself into bed with an ejacu-
ation of thankfulneSS that you are not
woman and don't have to stop to put
FOUR hair into crimpers, draw the bed
clothes up about your neck, snuggle
Town into the pillow and begin to think
Of all that happened during the even
Ing. just as the review is about COM
plete you remember remark that you
made to that pretty Miss Brown. Ora
cious heavens! did it sound as idiotic to
her as it does now to you? You turn it
about in your mind and look at it from
every possible point. No use, 1t was to
the last degree lmbecile.
You turn your pillow over and thump
<
would serve your foolish head in the
same way. You try to comfort yourself
by thinking that girls are fools mostly,
and like that sort of thing, but some
how you are doubtful in this case.
There was certainly look in Miss
Browns eyes that meant a good deal,
but you mean 10 go to sleep, so you
"call YOUR thoughts from wandering"
close your eyes and mentally finish the
lines suggested, land lead them home
with Song;;" then you see the girl who
used to sing that song. Every detail OF
her dress comes plainly before you.
You can see the blue veins in her deli
rate temples, where the curls (girls
wore curls in those days. were brushed
MP off her white forehead. You wonder
where she is, ana if she could still lead
you home with song"
But you are tired and sleepy. So you
turn your pillow again and think you
know a sure way of reaching the LAND
of Nod" in a hurry. So fancy a big
field and a flock of white sheep of all
sizes, and they go round the field and
over a gap in the fence, one after an
other while you count them. One, Two,
three and so Oh for a hundred. till the
gap begins to have familiar look;
there are steps in it and big tree
overshad0ws ii, ami you have the sheep
to go with a party of college giils and
boys over the stile and through the
next field and into the woods beyond
for hazel nuts. You are paired, of
course: what's the good Of nutting
party without that?-and Alice is your
'fellowess," "sweet Alice, whose hair
was so brown You carry her
basket, and bend down the tall
bushes, so that her pretty
hands can reach the glossy treas
ureS, that are Just the color of her eyes.
You make wreath for her hat of Grim
son Virginia creeper leaves and scarlet
bittersweet berries, and by this time
your mind is made up. Alice is the
only girl in the world for you. You
take her little hand i'll its nut-stained
glove and wish that you dared kiss her
creamy cheek, and, half choking, begin
to tell her all about it; when, oh gra-
cious! here comes Jackson. major, who
you know has decided liking for your
Alice.
He lifts his hat in that killing way he
has that always makes you wish you
were as big as Goliath of Gath, so that
you could thrash his head off; and ''mav
/ have the pleasure, Miss Alice" lifts
the basket from the ground and says
something about their waiting supper
for her. You wonder where they are,
you remember that Jackson is preach
er somewhere back East, and hope that
all the old maids aud widows in his
flock have set their caps at hun all these
years.
AT length you decide that the room is
too warm, so you get up and open the
door into the hall. and scurry back TO
bed hoping that that breath of cold air
will steady your nerves, and settle your
self 10 sleep, "perchance to dream"
You remember one day when that was
the reading lesson at school and Jenny
read those lines,
ITO sleep. perchance to dream,
For in that SLEEP Of death
What dreams may come"
you remember with sudden moisten-
Ing of the eye that the grass grows
thick and green over Jenny's bier to-
night. Pretty Jenny. the little sister
whose idol you were. Again you turn
the pillow and smooth it out as you have
turned and smOOthed the pillow SO often
for her tired head, in those old SORROW
full days.
After that you lie quiet a long time
looking at the fire and thinking of home
and all that you lost when you left its
iowly roof. You hear a clock ticking
somewhere, and it seems 10 say ego to
sleep, dear boy, go to sleep, dear boy"
as in the old days your mother used to
after she tucked the clothes in about
you.
linen you decide that you are hungry,
that's what is keeping you awake. So
you rise from your ''dOWny bed" and
"Wrap the drapery Of your couch about
nd grn o+a in,
and your bare feet and prowl through
the cupboard and pantry; but, like old
Mother Hubbard, you find that the cup
board is bare of everything but crackers
and cheese, so you take supply of
these delicacies back with you to your
room and MUNICH them while you try to
warm your feet by the fast-dying fire.
Then you crawl into bed again, deter
mined that there shall be no more of
this foOlishness, shut your eyes tight
and begin to count again; but, in spite
OF resolution, the rhymes come zone,
two, buckle my Shoe" and you think of
Betty Price and the pretty little shoes
she wore, sign of her old "Virginie''
blood. You never could help watching
her feet in the dance. They always
made you think Of the lines from An
HE Laurie
Like the dew on the gowan lying
Was the IA o her fairy feet"
All at once you remember that you
had coffee and cake at Mrs. Smiths to-
night, so it could not have been hunger
that made you waKeful. They were
good, you know, and wonder if HowelPs
woman is correct v hen she says, IF
any one has good time he's got to pay
for it," You rather incline TO the same
opinion yourself, from experience, for
that time you danced all evening with
Charlie WIS girl Oh the boat Charlie
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