




EDWARD.
[Awakening.] Where am I? I wonder if people dream after they are dead? hideous! hideous! I should like to be dead, if I could not dream—parched! parched ...'tis morning, is it, or coming night, which? I wanted daylight, but now it has come, what shall I do in daylight! I was out of sight when it was dark—and seemed to be half-hidden from myself—early morning, the rosy hue of the coming sunshine, veiling from mortal sight the twinkling stars—what horrid dreams, will they return upon me, waking? Oh, for some brandy! rum! I am not so ashamed, so stricken with despair when I am drunk. Landlord, give me some brandy. What horrid place is this? Pain! dreadful pain! Heavens, how I tremble. Brandy! brandy!
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