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To hear that the average man of distinction even has died, seems common and credible. But the message which announced Mr. Barnum's death came like a troubled dream from which we somehow expect to awaken. That one so full of life as to be its very embodiment, should leave us, it will take time to fully comprehend.
I won't talk much about that sort of thing. It seems now like a long-forgotten dream I believe that, even then, I was dreaming.
Nor should I suppress, that in my infirmity there was often a wildness about my thoughts, by which I was unfitted at times to hold communion with other men. On these occasions I sat wondering if the things around me were not the substanceless imageries of a dream, and fancying that those terrible truths whereof I can yet only trust myself to hint, might be the fallacies of a diseased sleep.
Bryan told her the story that he had already related to those about her. "I shall take you home with me," he said, "and you shall never again know want." To the girl it seemed as though what she had heard was but the wild vagaries of a dream, from which she should awaken presently and find herself back in the old book-bindery with the other girls.
"What could it have been? Did I dream it?" thought Ramona, drew in her head, and began to sing again. With the next stanza of the chorus, the same rich barytone notes. They seemed to float in under all the rest, and bear them along, as a great wave bears a boat. Ramona had never heard such a voice.
In such a spot, amid such surroundings, war seemed a dream, a far-off delirium. Drawn thither by the music, we climbed the broad stairs toward the ball-room, passing as we did so, in the upper hall, four drawing-rooms containing sideboards with refreshments.
But out of the distance, out of the stillness of eternity, it was proclaimed: I love them so deeply, that I shall send my own Son to make them happy. By day Joseph took care that the youth should not dream too much. Jesus must learn his trade.
It may not call itself, but it will soon feel itself a saint, a superior creature, looking down upon the foolish world and its ways, walking on high 'above the smoke and stir of this dim spot; all the time dreaming a dream of utter folly, worshipping itself with the more concentration that it has yielded the approbation of the world, and dismissed the regard of others: even they are no longer necessary to its assurance of its own worths and merits!
That's a joy to live for ... anyway. But it's too late to expect her now. There's nothing left but to dream of her."
When I am good, it is my mood to be good; when I am what is called wicked, it is my mood to be evil. I never know what I shall be at a particular moment. Sometimes I like to sit at home after dinner and read 'The dream of Gerontius. I love lentils and cold water. At other times I must drink absinthe, and hang the night hours with scarlet embroideries.
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