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SLEEP.

“God bless the man who first invented sleep ! ” So Sancho Panza said, and so say I; And bless him, also, that he didn’t keep His great discovery to himse f ; or try To make it—as the lucky fe low might— A close monopoly by “patent right.” Yes, bless the man who first invented sleep (I really can’t avoid the iteration) ; But blast the man, with curses loud and deep, Whati-’er the rascal’s name, or age, or station, Who first invented, and went round ac.-

vising. That artificial cut-off—early rising ! Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed,” Observes some solemn, sentimental owl; Maxims like these are very cheaply said; But, ere you make yourself a fool or fowl, Pray just inquire about their rise—and fall— And whether larks have any bed at all ! The “ time for honest folks to he abed ” Is in the morning, if I reason right ; And he who cannot keep his precious head Upon his pillow- till it’s fairly light, And So enjoy his forty morning winks, Is up —to knavery ; or else —he drinks ! Thomson, who sung about the “ Seasons,” said It was a glorious thing to rise in season; But then lie said it—lying—in his bed At ten o’clock a.m—the very reason He wrote so charmingly. The simple fact is, His preaching wasn’t sanctioned by his practice, ’Tis, doubtless, well to be sometimes awake— Awake to duty and awake to truth— But when, alas ! a nice review we take Of our best deeds and days, we find, in sooth, The hours that leave the slightest cause to weep Are those we passed in childhood, or—asleep ! ’Tis beautiful to leave the world awhile For the soft visions of the gentle night; And free af'last from mortal care and g'Hfo, T« lp(re, as only in the angels’ sight, In sleeps sweet realms so cosily shut in, WligVe, at the worst, we only dream of sin ! 1 So let us sleep, and give the Maker praise. I like the lad who, when his father thought To dip his morning nap by hackney’d phrase Of vagrant yorm by early songster caught, Cried “ Served him right ! it’s not at all surprising _ . The worm was punish’d, sir, for early rising I”

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Temuka Leader, Volume I, Issue 100, 30 November 1878, Page 3

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SLEEP. Temuka Leader, Volume I, Issue 100, 30 November 1878, Page 3

SLEEP. Temuka Leader, Volume I, Issue 100, 30 November 1878, Page 3

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