themselves to be emperors, and to have all the harems
in the world at their command. I commenced with
one grain; in the course of an hour and a half it
produced no perceptible effect, the coffee-house keeper
was very anxious to give me an additional pill of
two grains, but I was contented with half a one; and
another half hour, feeling nothing of the expected
reverie, I took half a grain more, making in all two
grains in the course of two hours. After two
hours and a half from the first dose, I took two grains
more; and shortly after this dose, my spirits became
sensibly excited; the pleasure of the sensation seemed
to depend on a universal expansion of mind and matter.
My faculties appeared enlarged; every thing I looked
on seemed increased in volume; I had no longer the
same pleasure when I closed my eyes which I had when
they were open; it appeared to me as if it was only
external objects, which were acted on by the imagination,
and magnified into images of pleasure; in short, it
was ‘the faint exquisite music of a dream’
in a waking moment. I made my way home as fast
as possible, dreading, at every step, that I should
commit some extravagance. In walking, I was hardly
sensible of my feet touching the ground, it seemed
as if I slid along the street, impelled by some invisible
agent, and that my blood was composed of some ethereal
fluid, which rendered my body lighter than air.
I got to bed the moment I reached home. The most
extraordinary visions of delight filled my brain all
night. In the morning I rose, pale and dispirited;
my head ached; my body was so debilitated that I was
obliged to remain on the sofa all the day, dearly
paying for my first essay at opium eating.”
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Old Poets.
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FRIENDSHIP.
I had a friend that lov’d me;
I was his soul; he liv’d not but
in me;
We were so close within each other’s
breast,
The rivets were not found that join’d
us first.
That does not reach us yet; we were so
mix’d,
As meeting streams, both to ourselves
were lost.
We were one mass, we could not give or
take,
But from the same: for He was I;
I He;
Return my better half, and give me all
myself,
For thou art all!
If I have any joy when thou art absent,
I grudge it to myself; methinks I rob
Thee of thy part.
DRYDEN.
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MARRIAGE.
As good and wise; so she be fit for me,
That is, to will, and not
to will the same;
My wife is my adopted self, and she
As me, to what I love, to
love must frame.
And when by marriage both in one concur,
Woman converts to man, not man to her.
SIR T. OVERBURY.
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What do you think of marriage?
I take’t, as those that deny purgatory;
It locally contains or heaven or hell;
There’s no third place in it.