to acknowledge their benefactor. How much

Statius considered the evils of life as assuaged and softened by the balm of slumber, we may discover by that pathetic invocation, which he poured out in his waking nights : and that Cowley among the other felicities of his darling solitude, did not forget to number the privi- lege of sleeping without disturbance, we may learn from the rank that he assigns among the gifts of nature to the poppy, " which is scat- tered," says he, " over the fields of corn, that all the needs of man may be easily satisfied, and that bread and sleep may be found to- gether." . . .

Sleep, therefore, as the chief of all earthly blessings, is justly appropriated to industry and temperance; the refreshing rest, and the peaceful night, are the portion only of him who lies down weary with honest labour, and free from the fumes of indigested luxury ; it is the just doom of laziness and gluttony, to be inactive without ease, and drowsy without tranquillity.

Sleep has been often mentioned as the image of death ; " so like it," says Sir Thomas Browne, " that I dare not trust it without my prayers;" their resemblance is, indeed, appar- ent and striking; they both, when they seize the body, leave the soul at liberty; and wise

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