I had left the lamp unextinguished, where its light reflected the rosy red of the curtains, and that became a fiery meteor shooting through crimson clouds, and leaving a lurid track behind it.
I sat up in bed; frightened at the wild confusion of my brain, I passed my hands over my eyes to remove the illusion, but in vain.

The massy wardrobe changed to the rocky walls of the Rip Raps, and above it I saw the tall form of the white-locked chief.

The carpet, with its clusters of mimic flowers, on a pale gray ground, was a waste of waters, covered with roses, among which St.James was swimming and trying to grasp them.
"What is the matter ?" I cried, clasping my burning hands.

"Am I asleep, and are these images but the visions of a feverish imagination ?" "You dream, my love," answered the low, deep voice of Ernest; "but my mother is coming to awaken you with a cold and icy hand.

I have scattered roses over you while you slept, but her blighting touch has withered them." Thus vision after vision succeeded each other, hurrying along like clouds in a tempestuous sky.