This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1848. Excerpt: ... the couch on which he was reposing, their feet hidden in their long tunics, their throats bare, their hair flowing in silky wares, and fastened on him looks inflexible and ardent as the serpent's on the bird, before which his very soul melted within him. It seemed to him that his eyelids were weighed down by some superhuman power, and as he closed his eyes he fancied he saw the modest figure completely veiled and motionless. Then sinking into a lethargic sleep his mental being abandoned itself to the extatic visions produced by the hatchis, and revelled in a scene of painful yet delicious enthralment. CHAPTER XXXII. THE WAKING. When Franz regained his consciousness the surrounding objects seemed only a continuation of his dream. He imagined himself buried in some dreary sepulchre, into which only a faint and struggling ray of light penetrated. He stretched out his hand and touched a wall of stone, and then sitting upright he found he had been lying, wrapped in his seacloak, on a bed of dry and aromatic heather. The vision had entirely fled; and, as if the statues had been but shadows emerging from their tomb during his dream, they vanished at his waking. He advanced some paces towards the point whence the light came, and to all the excitement of his dream succeeded the calmness of reality. He found that he was in a grotto; and proceeding towards the opening he saw through a kind of fanlight the blue sea and the azure sky. The air and water were bathed in the beams of the morning sun, and on the shore the sailors were sitting chatting and laughing; while at ten yards distance from them the bark was at anchor, undulating gracefully on the waves. Standing there he enjoyed for some time the fresh breeze which played on his brow, and listened to the dash of th...