_Cast._ These are the manufacture, I presume, of two of those sons of sleep, born to him by a beautiful but erring grace, “Phantasus,” or Fancy, and “Phobetor,” or Terror. With the relations and illustrations of these good and bad dreams, the pages of both fiction and authentic history abound: another poetical batch of causes, Ida. Lucia exclaims: “Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man, Oh Marcia! I have seen thy godlike father— A kind refreshing sleep is fallen upon him. I saw him stretch’d at ease, his fancy lost In pleasing dreams. As I drew near his couch, He smil’d, and cried: ‘Cæsar, thou cans’t not hurt me.’” Another poet writes thus: “But most we mark the wonders of her reign, When sleep has lock’d the senses in her chain: When sober judgment has his throne resign’d, She smiles away the chaos of the mind; And, as warm fancy’s bright elysium glows, From her each image springs, each colour flows. She is the sacred guest, th’ immortal friend; Oft seen o’er sleeping innocence to bend, In that dead hour of night, to silence giv’n, Whispering seraphic visions of her heav’n.” Then Richmond exclaims: “My heart is very jocund in the remembrance of so fair a dream.” While the coward conscience of Richard thus speaks: “By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, Than could the substance of ten thousand soldiers.” Aufidius thus recounts his slumbering memory of the prowess of Coriolanus: “This happy Roman, this proud Marcius, haunts me. Each troubled night, when slaves and captives sleep, Forgetful of their chains, I in my dreams Anew am vanquish’d; and beneath his sword With horror sinking, feel a tenfold death— The death of honour.” And yet another: “Tho’ thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep. There are shades that will not vanish; There are thoughts thou canst not banish.” And, lastly, Crabbe, in his “World of Dreams:” “That female fiend, why is she there? Alas! I know her. Oh, begone! Why is that tainted bosom bare? Why fixed on me that eye of stone? Why have they left us thus alone? I saw the deed——”