_Delicacy of Touch_ is remarked in those who have sensitive nerves, soft skin, moderately warm and dry. THE PLEASURES OF DREAMING. “We always dream; the life of man’s a dream, In which fresh tumults agitate his breast, Till the kind hand of death unbolts the bars Which clog the noble and aspiring soul, Then, then we truly wake.”--HIGGINS. --“Shroud thy hated light, Thou rising sun; nor summon with such speed, The o’erlabored world to toils of a new day; Why, flatter’d mortals, will you wake to cares, When sleep, in kind delusion, may divert Your pensive mind with pleasing images? A dream sets free the captive; can restore Lost fields to soldiers; to wreck’d merchants wealth. In dreams the exile visits his sweet home. And o’er the sparkling bowl relates at large His past distresses to his wondering friends. The lover, too, the sad forsaken lover. May dream, and feign the falsest mistress true.”--TATE. It has been truthfully observed, that half the life of even the most miserable is as unruffled as that of the most happy of men, for that portion is spent in sleep--in the enjoyment of quiet repose--in peace and in security. A quiet reliance upon Providence, a conscience void of offence, temperance and regularity, every person can command, and these are the only requisites to secure sound and pleasant sleep and pleasant dreams. In these every one has happy moments--and in this life we cannot expect more than transient gleams of sunshine--a mixture of sours and sweets, whose agreeable or distasteful flavor depends much more upon ourselves than is commonly imagined.