100 HILLS AND LAKES. 



after the similitude of men and women, but through 

 whose forms the sunlight passed. I possessed all the 

 attributes of humanity, save a real, tangible body. 

 Hands, and limbs, and body, I seemed to possess, 

 palpable to the vision, but not to the touch. Hunger* 

 and cold, and heat, and pain, were things that seemed 

 to me unknown. Space and time were as nothing. I 

 passed at once without effort, like thought, from place 

 to place. We think of scenes far distant from us ; 

 memory calls up the stream, the lake, the meadow, 

 the great trees, the cottage, and the garden ; we say 

 thought wanders away to such scenes. Well, this 

 seemed to be with me a reality. If I thought of a 

 scene, a locality, hundreds or thousands of miles 

 away, at once I was there. 



I thought of Eome, of the great St. Peter's, and 

 there I stood, beneath that gigantic temple. I thought 

 of the pyramids, and stood at their base, and talked 

 familiar with the mummies that slept within those 

 granite piles; I thought of Waterloo, and there I 

 stood, surveying that mighty conflict. I saw legions 

 of men, hurled against legions of men. I heard the 

 roar of the cannon, and the rattle of musketry. I saw 

 the smoke of battle, wreathing up .from blazing bat- 



