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TO SLEEP.
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TO SLEEP.

When people came to go to bed there was a great demand for
candles. There were twelve hundred people at Congress Hall—
two hundred candlesticks and three hundred bottles—five hundred
lights in all.

Young gentlemen stood outside of doors while sweethearts
undressed and handed the candle over the transcient. Old men
slept with their boots on, because they could
not find the bootjack. Married men got into
the wrong rooms, and only found out their mistake
the next morning.

An old lady bathed her face with Harrison's
Columbian ink to cure the toothache. She
thought it was a bottle of Pain-Killer. She discovered her mistake
just before coming to breakfast.

Mr. Saxe borrowed a candle of a beautiful young lady. The
next morning she found under her door these beautiful lines:

“You gave me a candle; I give you my thanks,
And add as a compliment justly your due—
There is not a girl in these feminine ranks
Who could, if she would, hold a candle to you.”

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[ILLUSTRATION] [Description: 628EAF. Page 157. In-line Illustration. Image of a man and a woman surrounded by a border of flowers and birds.]

The following was picked up on
Congress Hall balcony the next
morning after the eclipse of the gas
works:

Go, fragrant breath of summer flowers—
Go sigh it East and West:
Say, “I've been kissed—so sweetly kissed
By one that I love best.”
Upon my own his glowing lips
In fervor fondly pressed;
And though we never spoke a word,
We each our love confessed.