A Journey from This World to the Next — John Shaqi
A Journey from This World to the NextFielding, Henry
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A Journey from This World to the Next
Fielding, Henry
English fiction; Paranormal fiction; Supernatural -- Fiction
The rest of the company, except the grave female spirit whom our reader
may remember to have refused giving an account of the distemper which
occasioned her dissolution, did the same. It might be tedious to relate
these at large; we shall therefore only mention a very remarkable
inveteracy which the Surfeit declared to all the other diseases,
especially to the Fever, who, she said, by the roguery of the porters,
received acknowledgments from numberless passengers which were due to
herself. “Indeed,” says she, “those cane-headed fellows” (for so she
called them, alluding, I suppose, to their ticket) “are constantly
making such mistakes; there is no gratitude in those fellows; for I
am sure they have greater obligations to me than to any other disease,
except the Vapors.” These relations were no sooner over than one of the
company informed us we were approaching to the most noble building he
had ever beheld, and which we learned from our coachman was the palace
of Death. Its outside, indeed, appeared extremely magnificent. Its
structure was of the Gothic order; vast beyond imagination, the
whole pile consisting of black marble. Rows of immense yews form an
amphitheater round it of such height and thickness that no ray of the
sun ever perforates this grove, where black eternal darkness would reign
was it not excluded by innumerable lamps which are placed in pyramids
round the grove; so that the distant reflection they cast on the palace,
which is plentifully gilt with gold on the outside, is inconceivably
solemn. To this I may add the hollow murmur of winds constantly heard
from the grove, and the very remote sound of roaring waters. Indeed,
every circumstance seems to conspire to fill the mind with horror and
consternation as we approach to this palace, which we had scarce time
to admire before our vehicle stopped at the gate, and we were desired
to alight in order to pay our respects to his most mortal majesty (this
being the title which it seems he assumes). The outward court was full
of soldiers, and, indeed, the whole very much resembled the state of an
earthly monarch, only more magnificent. We passed through several courts
into a vast hall, which led to a spacious staircase, at the bottom of
which stood two pages, with very grave countenances, whom I recollected
afterwards to have formerly been very eminent undertakers, and were in
reality the only dismal faces I saw here; for this palace, so awful and
tremendous without, is all gay and sprightly within; so that we soon
lost all those dismal and gloomy ideas we had contracted in approaching
it. Indeed, the still silence maintained among the guards and attendants
resembled rather the stately pomp of eastern courts; but there was on
every face such symptoms of content and happiness that diffused an air
of cheerfulness all round. We ascended the staircase and passed
through many noble apartments whose walls were adorned with various
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