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piqued that the costume of his devils had been cri- 

 ticised ! 4 Then, prithee, doctor, cork them up once 

 more in your bottle, nor suffer them to wander up 

 and down the earth either in black or white ! "Who 

 knows, when they shall next visit me, whether they 

 shall be white, like these or like these, be quelled 

 by a word? 3 " 



" Would you have us believe in these visions ?" 

 said R., with impatience. 



u By no means. Yet I had the testimony of two 

 of my senses to prove their existence ; which is 

 more than we have for much that we believe." 



" But where does this point ? I see neither head 

 nor tail to it." 



" How should you ? seeing that it nas neither." 



" What is it, then ?" 



" A. picture from nature ! I will explain. I was 

 suffering from inflammatory fever the physician, 

 fearing it was remittent, poured down the quinine 

 this was adding fuel to the fire. The result was, 

 that the excitement of the brain increased to the 

 point of hallucination ! I began to see visions, and 

 to converse with unreal personages ; yet with a 

 lurking consciousness, all the while, that what I 

 saw was uweal, and that the persons presented to 

 my senses were phantoms ! 



" As the paroxysm abated, I awoke to a state of 



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