My choice was unfortunate, for the scenes of violence and carnage which were here wildly but forcibly pourtrayed, only suggested to my thoughts a new topic in the horrors of war.
I sought refuge, but ineffectually, in sleep.

My mind was thronged by vivid, but confused images, and no effort that I made was sufficient to drive them away.

In this situation I heard the clock, which hung in the room, give the signal for twelve.

It was the same instrument which formerly hung in my father's chamber, and which, on account of its being his workmanship, was regarded, by every one of our family, with veneration.

It had fallen to me, in the division of his property, and was placed in this asylum.