Give me the man, by the way, who loves his sleep. Some men never sleep; they only lie down, with their eyes shut. They have no relish for that delicious fading away of all perception of thought, which is the vestibule of old Morpheus's poppy-scented palace. Such are your true money-lovers, who lament that they cannot coin sleep into gold, and dreams into silver; who begrudge themselves even their scanty allowance of "tired nature's sweet restorer;" because they know that while they are dreaming, the Chinese, on the other side of the world, are awake and making money. Such men are not to be trusted.

"Let me have men about me, that are fat,
Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights."

So thought Cæsar. See, too, what wealth of words our great poet has lavished upon sleep

Could he ever have written that, if he had not known the luxury of an afternoon nap?

But to return, scarcely had my head dropped into a comfortable position, and the clatter of a neighboring tin-ware shop had scarcely ceased to ring upon my ears, when a strange sight appeared, not to the outward eyes, but to those inner optics, which clairvoyants and dreamers use. The doors of the book-case before me opened; but they disclosed no regular rows of calf-bound volumes, dry within, and dusty without, like a traveller on a hot summer's day. Coke, and Kent, and Chitty, and all the others, familiar to legal ears "as household words," had disappeared. I gazed with astonishment. If but one half had been absent, I should have known even in a dream, that they had been, what is called by legal fiction, borrowed. But all at one fell sweep"-I could not understand it. And there, to add to my wonder, stood in their places, upon the shelves, a confused crowd of grotesque, Lilliputian figures; some thin and spare in body, and some of aldermanic proportions. As I looked, the confusion abated, and the little figures arranged themselves regularly where my departed books had once stood, and faced me like a regiment of veteran soldiers. They were in uniform; all dressed in complete sets of calf-skin, as if they had cut up the book covers to make themselves clothing. In all other respects their appearance was as various as possible. Some had weapons, some had papers, and some had neither; while one, whose name I had afterwards learned was Estoppel, had a gag fastened in his mouth. One had an almanac, with his finger upon a certain day; another had a map, and was pointing out a certain place.

While I was wondering what all this meant, one of the figures stepped forward, and drawing out a paper from his pocket, began to remark that it was a declaration. But before he could tell me what it declared, another, with a venerable face and broad shoulders, dressed in an odd looking suit of old fashioned breeches, and a modern jockey coat, pushed his way past the whole row, and very unceremoniously crowding the first speaker out of his place, took off his hat, and addressed me thus:

"Sir-My name is Ejectment. I entered into the service of gentleman of your profession, as early as the reign of Edward IV., and have been in their employ ever since that time. In my early life I was employed only in small tasks, but I was found to be so convenient and useful, that I was promoted, and was made to perform the duties which properly belonged to older servants, now, alas! deceased." Here a tear trickled down his wrinkled cheek. "Though I am old," he continued, "yet like Moses, my eye is not dim, nor is my natural force abated; and I had hoped to spend many more years in your service. But the fatal Three* have forbidden this. I am abolished. We are all abolished. I have therefore come with my companions to take leave of you for ever; wishing you, in the words of my old master, 'the gladsome light of Jurisprudence, the loveliness of Temperance, the stability of Fortitude, and the solidity of Justice.'"

He evidently spoke the feelings of the others, for as he finished, a little figure in the crowd immediately exclaimed, “Similiter, I do the like," and a hum of approbation arose from all.

The whole affair was so surprising, that I should not have known what to reply, had I not perceived, or thought that I perceived, on each side of him, a shadowy, indistinct, and ghost-like form. I immediately requested him to inform who, or what these were.

"Ah, sir," he answered, with a sigh, "that question reminds me of my greatest loss. This," laying his hand on one of them, "this is the shade of the departed John Doe-stat nominis umbra -the other is the shade of his companion, Richard Roe. Friends of my youth! Not even James Jackson ever supplanted them in my affections. Always opposed, but never quarreling, they were two hostile swords, which hung peacefully together, after the fight was over."

With these words, delivered in a dignified tone, the old gentleman moved to the door, and disappeared.

Another figure took his place, armed from head to foot, and carrying a miniature pattern of every variety of offensive weapon which the ingenuity of man ever invented. The Irish shillelah, the western bowie-knife, the English pistol; clubs, canes, dirks, daggers, sticks, stones, bayonets, and bludgeons, formed a part of his miscellaneous accoutrement. In a milder voice than could be

•Did the old gentleman mean the three fates of ancient days, or the equally unsparing three commissioners of the present time? Quare de hoc.

expected from a person so ferociously armed, he informed me that he was Assault and Battery-that notwithstanding his formidable appearance, he was really very harmless-but that the commissioners (and as he said this, he shook his cane threatingly,) had become frightened at his large words, and had discharged him. Seeing a pack of playing cards in his hand, I enquired the meaning of this, and he told me that he carried them in remembrance of Lord Eldon's witticism, which had once saved his own, and established his lordship's reputation. As he said this, he marched off, muttering "the commissioners," and apparently bestowing with his cane, numerous hard blows upon some imaginary persons. Another succeeded, wearing, as one could easily detect, false hair and false teeth. He had scarcely commenced to address me, when he interrupted himself, and said that he had lost his watch, and that I had found it, and had converted it to my own use. This impudent accusation so provoked me, that I seized an inkstand to throw at him; but he was too quick for me, and in a second had vanished.

Next came forward a well-dressed figure, with a heavy seal hanging from his watch chain, and a signet ring on his finger. He informed me that his name was Covenant; that he did not much regret his dismissal, for he had considered himself degraded, ever since he had been placed on an equality with his time-serving companion, Assumpsit, who could not afford to wear a watch and much less a seal; that the law had sunk from its former dignity, and was rather a dirty trade at present, and that he doubted whether even these meddling commissioners could sink it any lower. And so, looking contemptuously at those who remained, and playing pompously with his seals, he strutted out through the door.

The next who came to take leave, was Assumpit himself. He said that he did not understand what fault could be found with him; that he had always worked hard, and had done all kinds of work; that when there was any thing which no other servant could undertake, he was always ready for the task. True he had made many promises, and had perhaps broken some of them; but that he had usually fulfilled them, whenever requested so to do. He had a large and industrious family, dependent on his and their toil for support; and that all of them, although titled and honored with the rank of counts, were yet as laborious as any working men could be. He had represented his condition to the commissioners, and had promised and had undertaken (since that word was a favorite of theirs,) to redouble his labors, if he might be permitted to remain. But they were inexorable, and he should be obliged to leave. He concluded by saying, with his handkerchief before his eyes, that as he was the first servant whose acquaintance I had made, he hoped that he would be the last to be forgotten. I assured him of my remembrance, and added that I thought he had some claim for charity upon the printers, as he had been a source

of great profit to them. Thanking me for the suggestion, he called his family after him, and retired.

"I am glad," exclaimed the next who advanced, "to see that false and impertinent scoundrel turned out of his place. He deserves it richly, for he turned me out of mine, many years ago, merely because I did not believe that a man would perjure himself for money. The commissioners, in their wisdom, are coming back to my belief."

"And who are you?" said I.

"I am old and neglected Debt," he answered; " and I still carry the gospels in my hand, although no defendant can now wage his law on them. I am compelled to leave your service; but I rejoice to see the principles of my youth revived. No man should ever be compelled to pay a demand, when he will swear that he does not owe it." And with these words he took his departure.

And now the crowd began to hurry past without any ceremony. Plea and Replication, with their followers; Fi. Fi. and Ca. Sa.. arm in arm; Case, Trespass, Injunction, and Decree, all hastened along, as if each were fearful of being the last. Perceiving among them one whose name I could not guess, I called to him and asked him who he was. He replied that his name was Obligor.

"But," said I, "you surely are not going. How shall we do without you?"

"Rather poorly," he answered, with a laugh, "for there is an undertaker coming in my place, and that will be a grave change;" and on he ran to join those who had gone before.

The shelves of the book-case were now nearly empty. Only one or two figures remained, and I was wondering how the vacant places were to be filled, when suddenly appeared at the door a figure of a new shape;

"If shape it might be called, that shape had none,
Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb,

Or substance might be called that shadow seemed,
For each seemed either."

Pushed along by three supporters, it worked its awkward way to the book-case, and mounting upon the shelves, tried, like the ambitious frog, by puffing and swelling, to fill, with its unwieldy carcass, the places lately occupied by those who had just retired. But its labor was all in vain; now it was too tall, and now it was too short; until at last, wearied with its exertions, it gave over. and looking directly at me, exclaimed in a cracked and broken voice, "I am the New Practice!"

I woke at the sound, and discovered that I had just dropped from my benumbed fingers, "the Code of Procedure." My legal reader, was it "all a dream?"

THE PEAN.

ANALYSIS-Yearning for heaven, in holy imaginings we hear the triumph of a soul in bliss, and are impatient to join it—but we cannot go to heaven from Mount Beatitude-we must pass through life-the career of a human being-she is boru a child of Satan-is regenerated into the church, and receives the Holy Spirit for a guide. She becomes from that moment an object of contention between two persons-the Power of Evil to regain that which he has lost, and the Power of Good to retain that which he possesses-pleasure-love-humilityfame—affliction—friendship-holiness-death-victory.

The gentle winds, in mournful descants sang

The requiem low, of the departed day ;

The western sky was slowly putting off

Its drapery of crimson, blue and gold,

While far off in the east, the clouds were piled

Along the heavens, like alabaster hills.

The dew came down, and songs of birds were hush'd,

And weary earth seem'd turning o'er to rest.

Sad was my soul, though not with earthly grief,
But yearnings deep, for some land where the heart
Feels no desires unsatisfied, and lips

Can find for heaven-born thought, a language meet.
Oft had I gathered flowers around the base
Of Mount Beatitude: though where its brow
Stands veiled in heaven's own drapery of light,
I ne'er had ventured. But with timid steps,
Th'ascent I now began, for earthly cares
Were laying waste my spirit, and I sighed
For loftier regions, and for holier scenes.
Though oft astray, my steps were turned, my eyes
Were upward rais'd, and from my ear all sounds
Of earth soon faded. Onward still I press'd,
And gained the summit. In that higher world
I stood entranced 'mid visions, and my soul
Expanding, seemed to grasp the limitless.
The stars looked down, and heavenly visitants
Seemed all around, and holiness seemed there.
Then from the far off heavens came music sweet,
At first I heard it faintly, but my ear,

By energies from every other sense,

Concentered, quickened, soon took in the strains

Of that unmeasured song. It was no flood

Of angel minstrelsy, that overwhelmed
My senses; one lone voice seemed sending forth

From the celestial realms the triumph song