(There is said to be a steady demand for 'bedbooks' br in England. There are readers who find in Gibbon a br sedative for tired nerves; there are others who enjoy br Trollope's quiet humour. Some people find in Henry br James's tangled syntax the restful diversion they seek, br and others enjoy Mr. Howells's unexciting realism. br -The Sun.) br br How sleep the brave who sink to rest, br Lulled by the waves of dreamy diction, br Like that appearing in the best br Of modern fiction! br br When sleeplessness the Briton claims, br And hits him with her wakeful wallop, br He goes to Gibbon or to James, br Or maybe Trollope. br br No paltry limit, such as those br The craving-slumber Yankee curses- br He has a wealth of poppy prose br And opiate verses. br br A grain of-ought I mention names br And say whence sleep may be inspired? br Is it the thing to say of James, br 'He makes me tired?' br br To say 'a dose of Phillips, or br A capsule of Sinclair or Brady, br Is just the thing to make me snore?' br Oh, lackadaydee! br br Nay! It were churlish to review br And specify by marked attention br Our bedbooks. They are far too nu- br Merous to mention.br br Franklin P.