A Day In Bed

Oue often hears somebody say with glee that he is going to take a day off or a day in t!e couutry or a day on the river, but seldora if ever that he is going to take a day in bed, and yet a day bo speat when one really needs a day off is one which deserves a red letter record in nis history, acoording to a writer in the Pittsburg Tiines. One lies late of Snnday mornings aud tells what a luxory it is not to have to get up at the nsual hour, bnt one never knows the glory of snch a thicg till he spends a whole day in bed. To enjoy it one must not be sick nor pretend to ba. He must be in fairly good health and free from trouble or worry of any sort. Then he is entirely himself, and it is the only place in which he can be. As soon as he dresses he comes under restraint, not merely physical, but mental, for no ona cau wholly escape the infíuence of his clothes, whether they be good or bad, in fashion or out. ï'or ages character has been identiíied with clothes and will be for ages, in spite of all that has been or will be said against it. One may not always be conecious of the influence, but it exists all the same. Not a trace of it is feit when one is in bed. There he is free. He can twist and roll and kick and throw his arms about as he -will. If he should do the like elsewhere, there would be suspicion of his sanity. A day in bed is not a day of rest merely, but of liberty. He has the infinite for his own. Not a few of Pope's best lines carne to bim while in bed. Thomson comnosed bis finest description of natural scenery while in bed. A like thing doubtless may be said of the humorista. There is little doubt that the liveliest jokes current were thougbt ont while their anthors were in bed. The blood flows freely then, digestión does its perfect work, the mind is relieved of the care of the body, the imagination and fancy roam the earth and skies and gather of their treasures, the inscriptions on the tablets of memory come out, and incident and adventure recur in a light of their ovrn, TOggesting new ideas and relations. One never knows what life is till he has pent a day in bed, in f uil or fair health, without a thought eave those ■which come smiling to him in his rest.