From he Boston Post DREAMS AND REATITIFC
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Many years ago l remember there appear ed Iii the Boston Post pleasant little story entitled x IHe Hcad-strong Taikor. 5 The tale amused me exceedingly at the time- One samuel Splitz an exquisite, it seems, had been unable to find a tailor who could fit hm Tn the cut of his pants, though he had tired more than twenty in the good city of Boston. It happened at last, however, that Splitz, by some sort of jugglery, fell in with talloress from the south end. Her cut was aultless and inimitable. Splitz, encased in pair from her hands, hastened to exhib- 1t himself before Simon Snip, an old veteran of the shears. Snip was astonished at the perfection of fit. He examined the pants from top to bottom, and after gazing at them for some time in breathless admiration-"V Ve- ry good standing up trowsers, Mr. Spltz, but If you can make out to sit down in them may never again have daylight enough to l thread needle 70 Splitz sat down with per feet ease, threw one leg over the other, and put himself Tn any position without the slightest inconvenience. Snip rushed from his shop and wandered feverishlv about the town Common. At length he bent his way across the Neck, where he met two skele- tons belonging to individuals whom he had squeezed to death by tight fits The skele- tons began to kick him, and shortly after Snip found himself at an immense height among the clouds, proceeding in westerly direction with all enormous velocity. As 1 every now and then he caught glimse of the morning light, he found, to his surprise, well waxed thread in his right hand, and a needle in his left. Ihen he understood, tor the first time, that he ,cas 10 go on. for crer, constantly endearoriag 10 hread his needle, but ai,coys preuenied by Mc want of hght. This terrible punishment it will be perceived, was the consequence of rash invocation.

 Last night l fell asleep pondering on the fate of poor Snip Fancy was busy, even Tn her slumbers stood upon vast pinnacle, in the great ocean of illimitable space. Not an object, not speck was to be seen--all was boundless vacuuty. was startled by such an eternity of nothingness. After gag ing long and painfully, there appeared, ap- parently millions of miles distant in the void, a small dark speck, which as it ap- preached grew larger and more distinct, till it assumed the form and dimensions of perfect man. His eyes were wild and fiery, his hair stiff and erect, and his motions like one attempting to walk on nothing. He moved on with the velocity of the eagle.- As he passed, far at the left, recognized in him the person of we'll known editor of a well known paper. He seemed haggard and exhausted, and would have stopped, but fate had fixed his destiny-he was nerer again 10 .fad rest 10 he soles of his feet 1 When awoke the sun was shining bright ly into my sleeping apartment, and voice was heard in the street below. shouting, in the strength and clearness of heartfelt grati- tude-'' Hurrah for Polk and Dallas !n

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