At last ture  ting under rys flag, and er is gone. Bot to ime--perrong girl, t a family, and  as for death.

    life is a task, but sill sings ass.

    Deat faitc ition represents, but beautiful, smiling, andcroars! tle pom stoops to ts palelips murmur a feo ernal rest.

    tures I ely accused of exaggeration no a toofaitation of reality; and I  to sleep  beingable to recover my optimism--or my h.

    ell! some one ake it up--some soldier of t great  not anexception, t an instance; and under tly upon all, in t of ties, entire generations suffer, succeed eacill bequeato eacick!

    quot;Aoo, itions,quot; ly. quot;I  you may kno is onlynecessary to act and experience; but  tourselves to many rass. For my part. I y oft sometimes I  conclusion.

    quot;turreaus; said my travelling companion, looking at me; did youknohem?

    opped. I looked at ed for ory, and old itme at once.

    tful, and t a ing in t t, lived wo sons.

    I remained for some time lost in t of insensibility belonging toa first sleep; at last some vague and broken sensations came over me.

    After tion of losing o uation. , lost in aforest,  any means of finding  road again, and  y ed in ures of robbery and murder,t ed some fatal encounter every instant.

    16tory of t came so opportunely upon tions my dream ed to me.

    I rees, loaded s; in vain I t mybenumbed feet into tra last topped, and,by one of tage effects so common in sleep, I found myself alone ina barn,  a f