South Carolina, once in two years, by the "Senate and House of
Representatives."
Georgia, once in two years, by the general assembly.
Louisiana, once in four years, by the people.
Kentucky, once in four years, by the people.
Ohio, once in two years, by the people.
Tennessee, once in two years, by the people.
Mississippi, once in two years, by the people.
Indiana, once in three years, by the people.
Alabama, once in two years, by the people.
From which we find that ten states elect their governor annually,
six once in two years, four once in three years, three once in four
years--23 states; and that the _people_ have a direct _voice_ in the
election, in all the states, except six.
[_Bost. Gaz._
_Dreaming._--Mr. Andrew Carmichael has published a very ingenious
theory of dreaming. He enumerates no less than seven different
states of sleeping and waking--1. When the entire brain and nervous
system are buried in sleep; then there is a total exemption from
dreaming. 2. When some of the mental organs are awake, and all the
senses are asleep: then dreams occur, and seem to be realities.
3. When the above condition exists, and the nerves of voluntary
motion are also in a state of wakefulness; then may occur the rare
phenomenon of somnambulism. 4. When one of the senses is awake, with
some of the mental organs; then we may be conscious, during our
dream, of its illusory nature. 5. When some of the mental organs are
asleep, and two or more senses awake; then we can attend to external
impressions, and notice the gradual departure of our slumbers.
6. When we are totally awake, and in full possession of all our
faculties and powers. 7. When under these circumstances we are so
occupied with mental operations as not to attend to the impressions
of external objects; and then our reverie deludes us like a dream.
_Druids._--We learn that the ancient Druids reckoned their days not
by the course of the sun, but by that of the moon. Perhaps some
learned ladies of this age have adopted the almanack of the Druids,
and regulate their days or rather nights, by this planet; and the
dame of fashion, like the Satan in Paradise Lost, never thinks of
the sun, but to address him in the lines of that immortal bard.
"To tell him how she hates his beams."