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A CITY AT NIGHT.-There is something
strange and solemn in the aspect Of large
city viewed at midnight; we are surround
ed by thousands of living beings, yet al
wrapt in silent unconsciousness "'tis as if
the general pulse of life stood still"


At intervals among the silent mansions,
some window emits light, and our tho'ts
penetrating the curtain, imagine the cause.


Many are the romances, might
we but read them, acted within these brick
walls. What wild hopes, what fears and
anxietes may agitate the bosoms of those
for it is one Of the often obser-
we'd mysteries of our being, that the heart
wakes and grieves, and trembles, even
while the senses are locked in sleep! What
an inexplicable theme is this
How appropriate is the expression of hea-
then writer, who called sleep one of the
"lesser mysteries" )" 50 like to death, it would
seem almost a provision to remind us at
least within the space of day, that we
must desc refreshing to our wearied
frame and spirits, as to intimate the sweet
ness Of a better rest, and, definite in its du-
ration, as to cheer us with the image of a
brighter awakening from the repose OF the
tomb.-.NrS. Hale,