My own case differed in no important particular from those mentioned in medical books.  Sometimes, without any apparent cause, I sank, little by little, into a condition of hemi-syncope, or half swoon; and, in this condition, without pain, without ability to stir, or, strictly speaking, to think, but with a dull lethargic consciousness of life and of the presence of those who surrounded my bed, I remained, until the crisis of the disease restored me, suddenly, to perfect sensation.  At other times I was quickly and impetuously smitten.  I grew sick, and numb, and chilly, and dizzy, and so fell prostrate at once.  Then, for weeks, all was void, and black, and silent, and Nothing became the universe.  Total annihilation could be no more.  From these latter attacks I awoke, however, with a gradation slow in proportion to the suddenness of the seizure.  Just as the day dawns to the friendless and houseless beggar who roams the streets throughout the long desolate winter night —­ just so tardily —­ just so wearily —­ just so cheerily came back the light of the Soul to me.

Apart from the tendency to trance, however, my general health appeared to be good; nor could I perceive that it was at all affected by the one prevalent malady —­ unless, indeed, an idiosyncrasy in my ordinary sleep may be looked upon as superinduced.  Upon awaking from slumber, I could never gain, at once, thorough possession of my senses, and always remained, for many minutes, in much bewilderment and perplexity; —­ the mental faculties in general, but the memory in especial, being in a condition of absolute abeyance.

In all that I endured there was no physical suffering but of moral distress an infinitude.  My fancy grew charnel, I talked “of worms, of tombs, and epitaphs.”  I was lost in reveries of death, and the idea of premature burial held continual possession of my brain.  The ghastly Danger to which I was subjected haunted me day and night.  In the former, the torture of meditation was excessive —­ in the latter, supreme.  When the grim Darkness overspread the Earth, then, with every horror of thought, I shook —­ shook as the quivering plumes upon the hearse.  When Nature could endure wakefulness no longer, it was with a struggle that I consented to sleep —­ for I shuddered to reflect that, upon awaking, I might find myself the tenant of a grave.  And when, finally, I sank into slumber, it was only to rush at once into a world of phantasms, above which, with vast, sable, overshadowing wing, hovered, predominant, the one sepulchral Idea.

From the innumerable images of gloom which thus oppressed me in dreams, I select for record but a solitary vision.  Methought I was immersed in a cataleptic trance of more than usual duration and profundity.  Suddenly there came an icy hand upon my forehead, and an impatient, gibbering voice whispered the word “Arise!” within my ear.

I sat erect.  The darkness was total.  I could not see the figure of him who had aroused me.  I could call to mind neither the period at which I had fallen into the trance, nor the locality in which I then lay.  While I remained motionless, and busied in endeavors to collect my thought, the cold hand grasped me fiercely by the wrist, shaking it petulantly, while the gibbering voice said again: