Although our bodies fetter'd lie, Say, what magic spell can bind Which, borne by sportive Fancy, soars, For she has snatch'd the sceptre from his hand. Jocund Mirth, with laughing eye; To exhausted Nature gives Those genial drops by which she lives, And sheds refreshment o'er each drooping flow'r; So thy lenient balmy pow'r, E'en to the wretched often kind, O Sleep! Can calm the breast, heaving with struggling sighs; Lucretius says,— At dead of night, imperial Reason sleeps, HOOD. Which passion form'd, and still the strongest reigns. Huntsmen renew the chase they lately run, And generals fight again their battles won. Spectres and furies haunt the murderer's dreams, Grants and disgraces are the courtier's themes Chaucer has a fine description, Dreams are but interludes which Fancy makes; In the soul Fancy is not more sportive in dreams, than are the poets in their descriptions of her nocturnal vagaries. Our great dramatic bard, Shakspeare, excels all others on this subject, Oh! then I see Queen Mab hath been with you- Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; Her waggoner, a small gray-coated gnat, Then dreams he of another benefice. A person may form a judgment of his health and temperament by the pleasantness or unpleasantness of his dreams, and likewise learn some useful hints relative to the strength of the passions. Mr. Owen Feltham, in his Resolves, makes the following observations on dreams :— "Dreams are notable means of discovering our own inclinations. The wise man learns to know himself as well by the night's black mantle, as the searching beams of day. In sleep we have the naked and natural thoughts of our souls; outward objects interpose not, either to throw in occasional cogitations, or draw out the included fancy. The mind is then shut up in the borough of the body; none of the cinqueports of the Isle of Man are then open to inlet any strange disturber. Surely, how we fall to vice, or rise to virtue, we may, by observation, find in our dreams. It was the wise Zeno that said he could collect a man by his dreams. For then the soul, sated with a deep repose, betrayed her true affections, which, in the busy day, she would either not shew, or not note. It was a custom among the Indians, when their kings went to their sleep, to pray with piping acclamations that they might have happy dreams; and withal consult well for their subjects' benefit: as if the night had been a time wherein they might grow good and wise. And certainly, the wise man is the wiser for his sleeping, if he can order well in the day what the eyeless night presents him. Every dream is not to be noticed, nor yet are all to be cast away with contempt. I would neither be a stoic, superstitious in all; nor yet an epicure, considerate of none. If the physician may by them judge of the disease of the body, I see not but that the divine may do so concerning the soul. I doubt not but the genius of the soul is waking and motive, even in the fastest closures of the imprisoning eyelids. But to presage from these thoughts of sleep, is a wisdom that I would not reach to. The best use we can make of dreams, is observation; and, by that, our own correction or encouragement. For it is not doubtful, but that the mind is working in the dullest depth of sleep." I am confirmed by Claudian: Day-thoughts, transwinged from th' industrious breast, Then flies his mind to woods, and wild beasts' dens; Dreams do sometimes call us to a recognition of our inclinations, which print the deeper in such undisturbed times. I could wish men to give them their consideration, but not to allow them their trust; though sometimes it is easy to cull out a profitable moral. Antiquity had them in much more reverence, and did oft account them prophecies, as is easily found in the Sacred Volume: and among the heathen, nothing was more frequent. Almost every prince among the heathens had his fate shewn in interpreted dreams. Galen tells of one, that dreamed his thigh was turned to stone, when, soon after, it was struck with a dead palsy. The aptness of the humours to the like effects, might suggest something to the mind, then apt to receive it. So that I doubt not but either to preserve health, or amend the life, dreams may, to a wise observer, be of special benefit. I would neither depend upon any, to incur a prejudice, nor yet cast them all away, in a prodigal neglect and scorn. In returning to the subject of Sleep, I shall present the reader with a few more poetical quotations: O sweet refreshing Sleep! thou balmy cure How has thy gentle power at length reliev'd me! How grateful to th' afflicted are thy charms! Thou silent power, whose welcome sway In whose divine oblivion drown'd, And grief forgets her fondly cherish'd wound; O sacred rest, YOUNG. Sweet pleasing Sleep, of all the powers the best! Whose balms renew the limbs to labours of the day, Soft Sleep, profoundly pleasing pow'r, |