174 THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH, 
Thus saying, with extended arms 
she fell upon my bosom ; the per¬ 
fumes of a thousand beds of Flowers 
intoxicated and overcame me ; there 
seemed to be a delicious death in that 
long kiss, and that I died — and, oh ! 
horror upon horrors, when I again 
awoke to life and consciousness, I 
found myself in the best bed, in the 
best bed-room, in Sir Aldobrand Bela- 
mour’s house, my head shaved and 
bound up, a bewigged and cane-ap¬ 
pointed physician on one side, and, 
on the other, an execrably cadaverous- 
looking surgeon, in the act of drawing 
blood from my left arm. To add to the 
solemnity and ghastliness of the scene, 
