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 my struggles proved abortive; the dream, or rather the apparition, continued returning to my remembrance, in defiance of my reasoning, and the nocturnal horrid spectre hovered still before my eyes, haunting me with gloomy thoughts."

"Being tired and wearied by the uninterrupted struggle between reason and fancy, I endeavoured to ease my soul of her heavy load, by a loud exclamation, and, without recollecting where I was, I suddenly broke out in the words, "No, it was a deluding dream."

"It was no dream!" exclaimed a well known voice on a sudden.

"I cast down my eyes filled with shame and terror, imagine how I was surprised to behold the mysterious stranger standing before me."

"Young man," said he, without giving me time to utter a single word, "young man, do