...accompanied by deepseated anxiety and funereal melancholy, such as are wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed every night to descend — not metaphorically,...below depths, from which it seemed hopeless that I could ever reascend. Nor did I by waking feel that I had reascended. Why do I dwell upon this ? For...

...accompanied by deep-seated anxiety and gloomy melancholy, such as are wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed every night to descend, not metaphorically,...below depths, from which it seemed hopeless that I could ever re-ascend. Nor did I, by waking-, feel that I had re-ascended. This I do not dwell upon...

...accompanied by deepseated anxiety and gloomy melancholy, such as are wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed every night to descend, not metaphorically,...below depths, from which it seemed hopeless that I could ever reascend. Nor did I, by waking, feel that I had reascended. This I do not dwell upon, because...

...by deep seated anxiety and gloomy melancholy, such as are wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed to descend into chasms and sunless abysses, depths...below depths, from which it seemed hopeless that I could ever reascend. Nor did I, by waking, feel that I had reascended. Buildings, landscapes, &c. were...

...accompanied by deep-seated anxiety and gloomy melancholy, such as are wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed every night to descend, not metaphorically,...below depths, from which it seemed hopeless that I could ever re-ascend. Nor did I, by waking, feel that I had re-ascended. This I do not dwell upon,...

...accompanied by deep-seated anxiety and gloomy melancholy, such as are wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed every night to descend, not metaphorically, but literally to descend, inio chasms and sunless abysses, depths, below depths, from which it seemed hopeless that I could ever...

...says, " My imagination was infinite." Again he says, more directly to our present purpose, ' I seemed to descend into chasms and sunless abysses, depths...below depths, from which it seemed hopeless that I could ever reascend. Nor did I, by waking, feel that I had reascended. Buildings, landscapes, &c.,...

...•nd gloomy melancholy, such as are wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed every night to desrend, not metaphorically, but literally to descend, into...below depths, from which it seemed hopeless that I could ever reasccnd. Nor did I, by waking, feel thut I hod »a*cended." • • • "Tho nemo of space,...

...and gloomy melancholy, such as are wholly incommunicable by words. I seemed cvory night to dedcond, not metaphorically, but literally to descend, into...abysses, depths below depths, from which it seemed hopcloss that I could ever rc-asccnd. Nor did I, by waking, feel that I had re'SLsconded." • •...

...accompanied by deep-seated anxiety and gloomy melancholy, such as are whully incommunicable by words. I seemed every night to descend, not metaphorically, but literally to descend, into chaums and sunless abysses, depths En-low depths, from which it seemed hopeless that I could ever re&scend....