THOUGHTS IN DREAMLAND.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume X, Issue 1246, 13 January 1883, Page 2

THOUGHTS IN DREAMLAND.

(BY OUR SOMNOLENT REPORTER.) Ox Friday night I was sitting in a chair busily writing something for the paper when I suddenly became drowsey, and as usual landed in the arms of Morpheus most comfortably. I had a fitful sort of a dream, and imagined that I had, in accordance with instructions, to attend a meeting of the Borough Council. I had been reading a few days before a work on Metempsychosis, or the transmigration of the soul from one body to another after death. Somehow it appeared as if I had become Lindlay Mur'ray, but I have no distinct idea of what happened to my own spirit, or as to where it went to. However I felt pained and shocked to hear a language which I myself was instiumental in constructing and bringing into general use, so horribly illused. With the exception of, perhaps, three or or four the members of the Council, although possibly keen and shrewd men, have evidently forgotten me in my present form or perhaps never even knew me. I listened, and I wept to think over the time and trouble I hadjexpendedlin order to perfect'the National tongue, and then to find that after all my efforts the offspring of my labor is distorted, twisted, and malformed. It was too bad, and I wept so much that I awoke. However I was then no longer Lindley Murray, my own identity was resumed. After using up two Turkish towels to wipe away all traces of my tears, I again went into the land of “ Nod,” and I had again ceased to be an unfortunate reporter, I was Brunel. What was my surprise, however, to discover that the members of the Harbor Board individually knew more about bridges than I had ever learned. It mattered not whether it was a railway, a tubular, suspension, swing, lattice girder, or in fact any other kind of bridge, every one seemed to know’ all about the subject. I felt small in the presence of so many wonderfully gifted men, and in trying to slink away I fell off the chair. This awakened me, and I was once more myself. I resumed my seat and commenced work-

ing again, but it was no use, I could* ’t shake off the drowsey feeling, and const nuently slept again. This time my body became habited by the soul of Macadam, and was present at a meeting of the Coo t County Council, but oh I had I have imag ined for a moment that road-making would have been entrusted to such a body, I sb ould never have entrusted my successors with the discovery I had made. Sooner, sooner far would I have had the secret ed with me. But I consoled myself that it was not for every man to be a Miwadam. Suddenly one of the Councillors coni menoed :k> peak, and his dulcet tones and measured words had sueh an effect upon me t hat my head drooped until my nasal organ str uek the table with such force that I was aroused from my dream once more to find myself only a scribbler.