The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1907-09-24

had no recurrence of 1t that | can
recall. But, strange to say. 1t mas
once or twice mildly cropped out
since 1865. Not more than ten or
twelve years ago l awoke one night.
to find myself standing at an open
vindow looking o1:-aui l craw'ed
hack into bed with a very queer feel
ing.
Time passed on. | went through nlgn
school. university and Gill war, ana
had got to be nearly fifty years OLD,
when the seuuet of this little story
came, stranger than the story ltssif.
IL May, 1892, about six months before
tine family home above described was ,
DESTROYED by fire, | was on the edi- I
torial staff Of the Charlotte observer
when I received from home a letter
full of strange news.
In the very oom which a occu-
pied 40 years before slept my NIECE
then about six years old, now the well
known press society correspondent OF
!, Pa vettevilIe. She got up in her sleep;
: che climbed up Oh LHdL SdAAS
sill: she hung dow by her hands
! hut, poor little girl, her hold was
! even feebler than mine, n she lell
, RI q wooden platform on the ground
1 below The thud Of her fall sent her
: distracted parents down to pick her
IN fearful that she was killed. Dr.
:, # \. Haigh. a prominent physicians.
4 now retired from practice, was hastliy
summoned. but he didn't find a break
+hrouehout the whole OF her little
4 bodv and. from that day to this, not
:. the slightest bad effect has developed
from that terrible fall of twenty-five
ID or thirty feet.
Tn Shakespeare's terrible tragedy o.
or ~Macbeth" the woman servant ol
LADY Macbeth believed that the lat
". ter walked and talked in her sleep
T have my doubts that she was asleep
:. somnambulism and somloquiallsm arr
- generally the infirmities of compare
- tively innocent youth, before the sh
and crime Of the world have stain
- ed the hands, scared the heart' an
wrecked the soul. Lady Macbeth ma
.s,,nned full on horrors" she ia
"drunk deem of blood" and for ne
on
there was no
10 'sSleep that knits up the raveled sieaF
Of care. ~
Tired natures sweet restorer, Daih'
w. sleep"
7lo Macbeth himself said:
Ier~ "Methoight l heard a voice cry, 'slee
no more!
anu Macbeth hath murdered sleep.
5ht The woman servant tells the phys
clan:
ext ~ have seen her rise from her be
mt her night-gown upon her, unlo
lore her closet. take forth the paper, 70
JUS it. write upon it, read 1t, after"ar
lore seal it, and again return to BED;
be all this while in a most fast sleel
and Inst then Lady Macbeth appears,
own disheveled hair and disordered mig
ing. dress, bearing a taper, ana spec
3 thus:
"Out, damned spot! out, I say! Of
stair two. why, then, it's time to dot. +
III I is murky, File my lord, fe, a soldl
'CCu- and ateareO! WHdI ueeu . Ao"h "
knows it, when none can call our pr
from g. 20 account? Yet who would he
, on thought the old man had SO M
l my blood in him."
A pause, a deep sigh, and again:
full Here's the smell of the blood st
Is to all the perfumes Of Arabia will
thai sweeten this little hand"
7 re- And then once more:
trees "Wash your hands, put on y
/ my night gown; look, not SO pale. [
main you, yet again, Banquo's buried:
feet cannot come out on ones grave
was Was there any sleep there. l.
Macbeth was lashed by remorse,
20 In. driven by devils, through the b
foot and along the corridors of the gloo
u.,oa Inflated castle, while Macbeth,
fro,, hoary regicide, awful in his desI
on5 f1outing and hooking death, sta
I'D on the threshold with bloody sw
..o and defes Macduff. and "Birna
~ moving wood"
- "Blow. windi come wracki
ava At least we'll die with harness on
. back"
err in Il