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Show A Dissertation On Dreams. Some believe in dreams because their fathers did, and in what they call remarkable remark-able dreams they have a faith that might remove mountains, if applied with skill and care. An Irishman told me once that he was sure to be, some day or other, a great scholar and a great musician, because, before he was born, his father dreamed that he heard him read three languages and play two tunes on the jews-harp at the same time. Was that dream verified or falsified? Falsafied. While he lived he was never able to tell one letter of the alphabet from the other, and he was nearly as deaf to music all his lifetime as he was the day he went to his grave. But some have the most ingenious knack of dreaming, even remarkable dreams, at all hours, and in any position the body is capable of assuming. I have seen a farmer who could, without with-out any trouble or inconvenience, sit in an armchair, smoke a pipe, and dream that to get all he wanted here below he needn't work ; that all he had to do was to trust in Providence. I have seen a minister of the gospel who used to dream that to preach good sermons he needn't study ; that all he had to do was to open his mouth, and that He who loosened the tongue of Balaam's Ba-laam's ass would loosen his. I have seen a man who used to dream that he had a right to be considered an aristocrat, because he kept a tidy bit of a saloon, had his home ornamented with a piano, wore fine clothes made to order in Detroit, and never patronized a tailor or a clothier of his own town. Of course he had soft, hands, a softer head, and didn't have to work for a living. As Goldsmith savs: "Little things are great to little men. . . I have seen a would-be politician, who used to dream that the "splurge" he now and then made was grand, because it contained con-tained words enough for an ordinary sized harangue, though to find an idea here and there amongst them, required a microscopic mi-croscopic investigation. Yes, and Ihave heard of an old cracked cowbell that dreamed that it was a musical mu-sical instrument, and dreamed, too, that the old cow that wore it, and the trees of the forest, and the birds of the air, and everything that heard it, were charmed with the music it made, as it went "tink-clank, "tink-clank, tink-clank" from daylight till dark. In my opinion dreams don't pay ; there is no more sense or meaning in them than there is in the wink of a bed post; and that when vou hear of their being turned to any nractical use you may hear of Jacob's lad"der being tangible, and among the curiosities of the world, where it may be seen for the small sum of twenty-five cents. Texas Siftings. |