Which like your asses, and your dogs, and mules,

You use in abject and in slavish parts,
Because you bought them."

h.

Merchant of Venice. Act IV. Sc. 1.

By the Law of Slavery, man, created in the image of God, is divested of the human character, and declared to be a mere chattel. i. CHAS. SUMNER-The Anti Slavery Enterprise. Address at New York. May 9th, 1855. Where Slavery is, there Liberty cannot be; and where Liberty is, there Slavery cannot be.

J. CHAS. SUMNER-Slavery and the Rebellion. Speech before the New York Young Men's Republican Union.

Slavery is also as ancient as war, as human nature.

and war

k. VOLTAIRE A Philosophical Dictionary. Slaves.

We are somewhat more than ourselves in our sleeps; and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking of the soul. It is the ligation of sense, but the liberty of reason; and our waking conceptions do not match the fancies of our sleeps.

.. Sir THOMAS BROWNE-Religio Medici. Pt. II. Sec. 11. We term sleep a death; and yet it is waking that kills us, and destroys those spirits that are the house of life.

b.

Sir THOMAS BROWNE-Religio Medici.
Pt. II. Sec. 12.

How he sleepeth! having drunken
Weary childhood's mandragore,
From his pretty eyes have sunken
Pleasures to make room for more-
Sleeping near the withered nosegay which
he pulled the day before.

C. E. B. BROWNING-A Child Asleep.
Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar,

Along the Psalmist's music deep,
Now tell me if that any is,
For gift or grace, surpassing this-
He giveth His beloved sleep."
d. E. B. BROWNING-The Sleep.
Sleep on, Baby, on the floor,
Tired of all the playing,
Sleep with smile the sweeter for

That you dropped away in!

On your curls' full roundness, stand
Golden lights serenely-

One cheek, pushed out by the hand,
Folds the dimple inly.

e. E. B. BROWNING-Sleeping and

Watching. My slumbers, -if I slumber-are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can endure not.

BYRON-Manfred. Act I. Sc. 1. Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality,

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy. J. BYRON The Dream. St. 1.

Blessings light on him who first invented sleep! it covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and cold for the hot; in short, money that buys everything, balance and weight that makes the shepherd equal to the monarch, and the fool to the wise; there is only one evil in sleep, as I have heard, and it is that it resembles death, since between a dead and a sleeping man there is but little difference. h. CERVANTES-Don Quixote,

O sleep! it is a gentle thing,

Beloved from pole to pole!

To Mary Queen the praise be given!

She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven

That slid into my soul.

i. COLERIDGE-Ancient Mariner. Pt V.

St. 1.

O polish'd perturbation! golden care!
That keep'st the ports of slumber open wide
To many a watchful night! sleep with it now!
Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet,
As he, whose brow, with homely biggen
bound,

Snores out the watch of night.

d. Henry IV. Pt. II. Act IV. Sc. 4.

On your eyelids crown the god of sleep, Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness; Making such difference betwixt wake and sleep

As is the difference betwixt day and night,
The hour before the heavenly harness'd team
Begins his golden progress in the east.
e. Henry IV. Act III. Sc. 1.

O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her;

And be her sense but as a monument. f. Cymbeline. Act II. Sc. 2.

Measure for Measure. Act III. Sc. 1. Thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;

Each part, depriv'd of supple government, Shall, stiff, and stark, and cold, appear like death.

p.

Romeo and Juliet. Act IV. Sc. 1.

On their lids

The baby Sleep is pillowed.

1. SHELLEY Queen Mab. Pt. I.

Sleep, the fresh dew of languid love, the rain

Whose drops quench kisses till they burn again.

S.

SHELLEY-Epipsychidion. Line 571.

Come, Sleep: O Sleep! the certain knot of peace,

The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release,

Th' indifferent judge between the high and low.

Sleep, baby sleep.

น.

CAROLINE SOUTHEY-In Vol. Entitled
Solitary Hours.

Thou hast been called, O sleep, the friend of

woe,

But 'tis the happy that have called thee so. v. SOUTHEY The Curse of Kehama. Canto XV. St. 11.