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  Oh,whatacontrastdidO’Connoraffordashelayinalltheabjecthelplessnessofundisguisedterroruponhisdeath-bed,totheproudcomposurewithwhichhehadtakenthefieldthatmorning。Ihadalwaysbeforethoughtofdeathasofaquietsleepstealinggraduallyuponexhaustednature,madewelcomebysuffering,or,atleast,softenedbyresignation;

  Ihadneverbeforestoodbythesideofoneuponwhomthehandofdeathhadbeenthussuddenlylaid;Ihadneverseenthetyrantarrayedinhisterrortillthen。

  NeverbeforeorsincehaveIseenhorrorsointenselydepicted。ItseemedactuallyasifO’Connor’smindhadbeenunsettledbytheshock;thefewwordsheutteredweremarkedwithalltheincoherenceofdistraction;butitwasnotwordsthatmarkedhisdespairmoststrongly,theappallingandheart-sickeninggroansthatcamefromtheterror-strickenanddyingmanmusthauntmewhileI

  live;theexpression,too,ofhopeless,imploringagonywithwhichheturnedhiseyesfromobjecttoobject,Icanneverforget。Atlength,appearingsuddenlytorecollecthimself,hesaid,withstartlingalertness,butinavoicesoalteredthatIscarcecouldrecognisethetones:

  ’Purcell,Purcell,goandtellmypoormother;shemustknowall,andthen,quick,quick,quick,callyouruncle,bringhimhere;Imusthaveachance。’Hemadeaviolentbutfruitlessefforttorise,andafteraslightpausecontinued,withdeepandurgentsolemnity:’Doctor,howlongshallIlive?Don’tflatterme。

  Complimentsatadeath-bedareoutofplace;doctor,forGod’ssake,asyouwouldnothavemysoulperishwithmybody,donotmockadyingman;haveIanhourtolive?’

  ’Certainly,’repliedthesurgeon;’ifyouwillbutendeavourtokeepyourselftranquil;

  otherwiseIcannotanswerforamoment。’

  ’Well,doctor,’saidthepatient,’Iwillobeyyou;now,Purcell,myfirstanddearestfriend,willyouinformmypoormotherof——ofwhatyousee,andreturnwithyouruncle;Iknowyouwill。’

  Itookthedearfellow’shandandkissedit,itwastheonlyanswerIcouldgive,andlefttheroom。IaskedthefirstfemaleservantIchancedtomeet,ifhermistresswereyetup,andwasansweredintheaffirmative。Withoutgivingmyselftimetohesitate,Irequestedhertoleadmetoherlady’sroom,whichsheaccordinglydid;sheenteredfirst,Isupposedtoannouncemyname,andIfollowedclosely;

  thepoormothersaidsomething,andheldoutherhandstowelcomeme;Istroveforwords;Icouldnotspeak,butnaturefoundexpression;Ithrewmyselfatherfeetandcoveredherhandswithkissesandtears。Mymannerwasenough;withaquicknessalmostpreternaturalsheunderstooditall;shesimplysaidthewords:

  ’O’Connoriskilled;’sheutterednomore。

  HowIlefttheroomIknownot;I

  rodemadlytomyuncle’sresidence,andbroughthimbackwithme——alltherestisablank。IrememberstandingbyO’Connor’sbedside,andkissingthecoldpallidforeheadagainandagain;Irememberthepaleserenityofthebeautifulfeatures;IrememberthatIlookeduponthedeadfaceofmyfriend,andIremembernomore。

  FormanymonthsIlaywrithingandravinginthefrenzyofbrainfever;ahundredtimesIstoodtotteringatthebrinkofdeath,andlongaftermyrestorationtobodilyhealthwasassured,itappeareddoubtfulwhetherIshouldeverberestoredtoreason。ButGoddealtverymercifullywithme;Hismightyhandrescuedmefromdeathandfrommadnesswhenoneorotherappearedinevitable。

  AssoonasIwaspermittedpenandink,Iwrotetothebereavedmotherinatoneborderinguponfrenzy。Iaccusedmyselfofhavingmadeherchildless;Icalledmyselfamurderer;Ibelievedmyselfaccursed;Icouldnotfindtermsstrongenoughtoexpressmyabhorrenceofmyownconduct。But,oh!whatananswerI

  received,somild,sosweet,fromthedesolate,childlessmother!itswordsspokeallthatisbeautifulinChristianity——itwasforgiveness——itwasresignation。Iamconvincedthattothatletter,operatingasitdiduponamindalreadypredisposed,isowingmyfinaldeterminationtodevotemyselftothatprofessioninwhich,formorethanhalfacentury,Ihavebeenahumbleminister。

  Yearsrollaway,andwecountthemnotastheypass,buttheirinfluenceisnotthelesscertainthatitissilent;thedeepestwoundsaregraduallyhealed,thekeenestgriefsaremitigated,andwe,incharacter,feelings,tastes,andpursuits,becomesuchalteredbeings,thatbutforsomefewindeliblemarkswhichpasteventsmustleavebehindthem,whichtimemaysoften,butcanneverefface;ourveryidentitywouldbedubious。Whohasnotfeltallthisatonetimeorother?Whohasnotmournfullyfeltit?Thistrite,butnaturaltrainofreflectionfilledmymindasIapproachedthedomainofCastleConnorsometenyearsaftertheoccurrenceoftheeventsabovenarrated。EverythinglookedthesameaswhenIhadleftit;theoldtreesstoodasgracefulandasgrandasever;noploughhadviolatedthesoftgreensward;noutilitarianhandhadconstrainedthewanderingsoftheclearandsportivestream,ordisturbedthelichen-

  coveredrocksthroughwhichitgushed,orthewildcoppicethatover-shadoweditssequesterednooks——buttheeyethatlookeduponthesethingswasaltered,andmemorywasbusywithotherdays,shroudinginsadnesseverybeautythatmetmysight。

  AsIapproachedthecastlemyemotionsbecamesoacutelypainfulthatIhadalmostreturnedthewayIcame,withoutaccomplishingthepurposeforwhichIhadgonethusfar;andnothingbuttheconvictionthatmyhavingbeenintheneighbourhoodofCastleConnorwithoutvisitingitsdesolatemistresswouldrendermejustlyliabletotheseverestcensure,couldovercomemyreluctancetoencounteringtheheavytaskwhichwasbeforeme。I

  recognisedtheoldservantwhoopenedthedoor,buthedidnotknowme。Iwascompletelychanged;sufferingofbodyandmindhadalteredmeinfeatureandinbearing,asmuchasincharacter。Iaskedthemanwhetherhismistresseversawvisitors。Heanswered:

  ’Butseldom;perhaps,however,ifsheknewthatanoldfriendwishedtoseeherforafewminutes,shewouldgratifyhimsofar。’

  AtthesametimeIplacedmycardinhishand,andrequestedhimtodeliverittohismistress。Hereturnedinafewmoments,sayingthathisladywouldbehappytoseemeintheparlour,andI

  accordinglyfollowedhimtothedoor,whichheopened。Ienteredtheroom,andwasinamomentatthesideofmyearlyfriendandbenefactress。Iwastoomuchagitatedtospeak;Icouldonlyholdthehandswhichshegaveme,while,spiteofeveryeffort,thetearsflowedfastandbitterly。

  ’Itwaskind,very,verykindofyoutocometoseeme,’shesaid,withfarmorecomposurethanIcouldhavecommanded;

  ’Iseeitisverypainfultoyou。’

  Iendeavouredtocomposemyself,andforalittletimeweremainedsilent;shewasthefirsttospeak:

  ’Youwillbesurprised,Mr。Purcell,whenyouobservethecalmnesswithwhichIcanspeakofhimwhowasdearesttome,whoisgone;butmythoughtsarealwayswithhim,andtherecollectionsofhislove’——hervoicefalteredalittle——’andthehopeofmeetinghimhereafterenablesmetobearexistence。’

  IsaidIknownotwhat;somethingaboutresignation,Ibelieve。

  ’IhopeIamresigned;Godmadememore:so,’shesaid。’Oh,Mr。Purcell,I

  haveoftenthoughtIlovedmylostchildTOOwell。Itwasnatural——hewasmyonlychild——hewas——’Shecouldnotproceedforafewmoments:’ItwasverynaturalthatIshouldlovehimasIdid;butitmayhavebeensinful;Ihaveoftenthoughtso。Idoateduponhim——Iidolisedhim——I

  thoughttoolittleofotherholieraffections;

  andGodmayhavetakenhimfromme,onlytoteachme,bythisseverelesson,thatIowedtoheavenalargershareofmyheartthantoanythingearthly。I

  cannotthinkofhimnowwithoutmoresolemnfeelingsthanifhewerewithme。

  Thereissomethingholyinourthoughtsofthedead;Ifeelitso。’Afterapause,shecontinued——’Mr。Purcell,doyourememberhisfeatureswell?theywereverybeautiful。’IassuredherthatIdid。

  ’Thenyoucantellmeifyouthinkthisafaithfullikeness。’Shetookfromadraweracaseinwhichlayaminiature。Itookitreverentlyfromherhands;itwasindeedverylike——touchinglylike。Itoldherso;

  andsheseemedgratified。

  Astheeveningwaswearingfast,andI

  hadfartogo,Ihastenedtoterminatemyvisit,asIhadintended,byplacinginherhandaletterfromhersontome,writtenduringhissojournupontheContinent。I

  requestedhertokeepit;itwasoneinwhichhespokemuchofher,andintermsofthetenderestaffection。Asshereaditscontentstheheavytearsgatheredinhereyes,andfell,onebyone,uponthepage;

  shewipedthemaway,buttheystillflowedfastandsilently。Itwasinvainthatshetriedtoreadit;hereyeswerefilledwithtears:soshefoldedtheletter,andplaceditinherbosom。Irosetodepart,andshealsorose。

  ’Iwillnotaskyoutodelayyourdeparture,’saidshe;’yourvisitheremusthavebeenapainfulonetoyou。I

  cannotfindwordstothankyoufortheletterasIwouldwish,orforallyourkindness。IthasgivenmeapleasuregreaterthanIthoughtcouldhavefallentothelotofacreaturesoverydesolateasIam;

  mayGodblessyouforit!’Andthusweparted;IneversawCastleConnororitssolitaryinmatemore。

  THEDRUNKARD’SDREAM。

  BeingaFourthExtractfromtheLegacyofthelateF。

  Purcell,P。P。ofDrumcoolagh。

  ’AllthisHEtoldwithsomeconfusionandDismay,theusualconsequenceofdreamsOftheunpleasantkind,withnoneathandToexpoundtheirvainandvisionarygleams,I’veknownsomeoddoneswhichseemedreallyplannedProphetically,asthatwhichonedeems“Astrangecoincidence,“touseaphraseBywhichsuchthingsaresettlednowadays。’

  BYRON。

  Dreams!Whatage,orwhatcountryoftheworld,hasnotandacknowledgedthemysteryoftheiroriginandend?Ihavethoughtnotalittleuponthesubject,seeingitisonewhichhasbeenoftenforceduponmyattention,andsometimesstrangelyenough;andyetIhaveneverarrivedatanythingwhichatallappearedasatisfactoryconclusion。Itdoesappearthatamentalphenomenonsoextraordinarycannotbewhollywithoutitsuse。Weknow,indeed,thatintheoldentimesithasbeenmadetheorganofcommunicationbetweentheDeityandHiscreatures;andwhen,asIhaveseen,adreamproducesuponamind,toallappearancehopelesslyreprobateanddepraved,aneffectsopowerfulandsolastingastobreakdowntheinveteratehabits,andtoreformthelifeofanabandonedsinner,weseeintheresult,inthereformationofmoralswhichappearedincorrigible,inthereclamationofahumansoulwhichseemedtobeirre-

  trievablylost,somethingmorethancouldbeproducedbyamerechimeraoftheslumberingfancy,somethingmorethancouldarisefromthecapriciousimagesofaterrifiedimagination;butoncepresented,webeholdinallthesethings,andintheirtremendousandmysteriousresults,theoperationofthehandofGod。AndwhileReasonrejectsasabsurdthesuperstitionwhichwillreadaprophecyineverydream,shemay,withoutviolencetoherself,recognise,eveninthewildestandmostincongruousofthewanderingsofaslumberingintellect,theevidencesandthefragmentsofalanguagewhichmaybespoken,whichHASbeenspoken,toterrify,towarn,andtocommand。Wehavereasontobelievetoo,bythepromptnessofactionwhichintheageoftheprophetsfollowedallintimationsofthiskind,andbythestrengthofconvictionandstrangepermanenceoftheeffectsresultingfromcertaindreamsinlattertimes,whicheffectsweourselvesmayhavewitnessed,thatwhenthismediumofcommunicationhasbeenemployedbytheDeity,theevidencesofHispresencehavebeenunequivocal。

  Mythoughtsweredirectedtothissubject,inamannertoleavealastingimpressionuponmymind,bytheeventswhichI

  shallnowrelate,thestatementofwhich,howeverextraordinary,isneverthelessACCURATELYCORRECT。

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