The Solitude Of Sleep

Seek some spot wliore no loot 01 man has trod. There tlie wild bird gives you shrill, sweot greeting and t ho cheery insect vibrates in its hielden nook with a murnuir of companship Forsake humanity as f;ir as niay be anc the echo of the great pulsatlng machinery, of which, even against your will, you are a part. will never lenve you. You may be lonely- lonely in the heart of a crowd. You may in the oircle round the üreside, in the busy streets, in great asseniblics or frieudly gatlier ing, fcel yourself uttorlv alono. 'I'ha is a different tliing; it isloneliness, no solitudi'. Life lias no solitude save the strange, sweet solitude of sleep. Fori is only in the sleep world, so Sphinx like in its reserve, so grave like in its absolute eilence, so death like in its complote separation, that we go awai off by ourselves, leaving oven our near est companion, this dcarly cherisued body of ours, and wandering, wh( knows whore? - Charleston fa. C.' Newt. - An lowa girl has an album in whicl ¦he keeps picturea of all the young men who have flirted with her withou irniin(r t.r thí' noint. Slie fíalls it he!