A City at Night.
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There is something strange and So
lemn in aspect of a large city viewed
at midnight; we are surrounded by
thousands Of living beings yet all
wrapt in silent unconscousness "'tis
as the general pulseof life stood still.'
At intervals among the silent man.
sions, some window emits a light, and
our thoughts penetrating the curtain,
imagine the cause. y = Ma
ny are the romances, might we but
read them acted within these brick
walls. What wild hopes, what fears
and anxieties may agitate the bosoms
of those slumberers, for it is one of the
often observed mysteries of our being,
that the heart wakes, and grieves, and
trembles, even while the senses are
locked in sleep! What an inexpli.
cable theme is this! How ap-
dropriate is the expression ola heath
en- writer, who called sleep one of the
"Iesser mysteries" so like to death, it
would seem almost provision to re-"
mind US at least within the space of a
day, that we must die-so refreshing
to our wearied frame and spirits, as to
intimate the sweetness of a better
restl and, definite in its durationf to
cheerus with the image ola brightec
awaking from the repose of the tomb.
Mrs. Hale.