A CURIOUS DREAM. 



CONTAINING A MORAL. 



NIGHT before last I had a singular dream. I seemed to be sitting on a door- 

 step (in no particular city' perhaps), ruminating, and the time of night 

 appeared to be about twelve or one o'clock. The weather was balmy and 

 delicious. There was no human sound in the air, not even a footstep. There was 

 no sound of any kind to.emphasize the dead stillness, except the. occasional hollow 

 barking of a dog in the distance and the fainter answer of a further dog. Presently 

 up the street I heard a bony clack-clacking, and guessed it was the castanets of a 

 serenading party. In a minute more a tall skeleton, hooded, and half-clad in a 



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