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, at length, from that long swoon, and found myself stretched out in a coffin. Some more of the receptacles of the wrecks of mortality stood near me, and the odour of corruption was the first thing that affected my senses. The spacious and lofty vault was sparingly lighted by the faint glimmer of a single lamp, that was suspended to the ceiling. Its dying flame plainly told me where I was. What mortal can conceive a just idea of the sensations produced by the first breaking from sleep under such circumstances; and who could be able to recal only a single sentiment of those that crowded on