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derful goldsmith , to the moment of his escape from tha new tavern in Alexander-place ,
e My dear secretary , ' saicj . the counsellor , you drank , contrary to your usual custom , a little late in the evening , and the wine has been the cause of this strange dream *' c What ! ' exclaimed the private secretary , ' I drank ! I slept ! Do you imagine I am deficient in knowledge respecting sleep and dreams ? I can quote to you the theory of Nudow respecting
dreams ; namely , that we may sleep with dreaming . What says Hamlet , " To sleep ! perchance to dream . " Perchance to dream you see . Then again , concerning dreams , if you had read the Somnium Scipionis , and the celebrated work of Artemidorus upon dreams , printed by Aldus in Greek ., in 1518 , in 8 vo ., you would know as much as I do ; but you never read , and therefore you form false judgments upon everything ; I am sorry to say
c Well , well , don ' t get into a pet / said the counsellor ; ' I am ready and willing to believe that you fell into the hands of some rogues , who played upon you ; but do tell me , my dear secretary , why did you not afterwards go home , instead of walking about the streets all night ?' c my dear counsellor V cried the secretary , with tears in his eyes , ' O my faithful schoolfellow of the Grey Monks ! wh y do you insult my misfortunes with outrageous doubts ? Know that the diabolical conjurations continued after I got into the street .
When I reached the old town-house , I saw a brilliant light beaming from all the windows , and I heard the lively sounds of a band , accompanied by a janissary kettle-drum , or to speak more correctly a jenjit-scheriff kettle-drum . Well , I don ' t know } io \ v it was , as I am not very tall , yet was I enabled , when standing on tip-toe , to look in at the window , but O , just powers ! what a sight did I see ! Why , nothing less than Miss Albertine , in a beautiful wedding dress , waltzing immoderately with a young man . I knocked at the window , arid called out , Miss Albertine ,
what are you dreaming of ? What are you doing here at this hour ? " At the same instant a horrible phantom ran out of Royalstreet , and , knocking me off my legs into the gutter , vanished with shouts of laughter . I cried out , " Watchmen ! Policemen ! Stop him ! Stop him ! " Suddenly all was silent in the townhouse , and I heard only the echo of my own voice . I was abandoning myself to despair , lying in the gutter , when the phantom again returned and set me up upon rny feet . I precipitated myself into Spandau-street , and was just standing before my own door , with the key in my hand , going to open it , when I saw niyself—yes , myself—before me , looking at me , in a bewildered manner , with the same round , black eyes I have in my own head . J recoiled , horrified , and found myself in the grasp of a man . I thought , when I turned round , that it was the watchman , and I
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1835, page 190, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2643/page/46/
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