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
No prisoner discharged from a long confinement ever tasted the sweets
of liberty with a more exquisite relish than I enjoyed in this delivery
from a dungeon wherein I had been detained upwards of forty years, and
with much the same kind of regard I cast my eyes [2] backwards upon it.
My friends and relations had all quitted the room, being all (as I
plainly overheard) very loudly quarreling below stairs about my
will; there was only an old woman left above to guard the body, as I
apprehend. She was in a fast sleep, occasioned, as from her savor it
seemed, by a comfortable dose of gin. I had no pleasure in this company,
and, therefore, as the window was wide open, I sallied forth into the
open air: but, to my great astonishment, found myself unable to fly,
which I had always during my habitation in the body conceived of
spirits; however, I came so lightly to the ground that I did not hurt
myself; and, though I had not the gift of flying (owing probably to
my having neither feathers nor wings), I was capable of hopping such a
prodigious way at once, that it served my turn almost as well. I had
not hopped far before I perceived a tall young gentleman in a silk
waistcoat, with a wing on his left heel, a garland on his head, and a
caduceus in his right hand. [3] I thought I had seen this person before,
but had not time to recollect where, when he called out to me and asked
me how long I had been departed. I answered I was just come forth. “You
must not stay here,” replied he, “unless you had been murdered: in which
case, indeed, you might have been suffered to walk some time; but if you
died a natural death you must set out for the other world immediately.”
I desired to know the way. “O,” cried the gentleman, “I will show you
to the inn whence the stage proceeds; for I am the porter. Perhaps you
never heard of me--my name is Mercury.” “Sure, sir,” said I, “I
have seen you at the play-house.” Upon which he smiled, and, without
satisfying me as to that point, walked directly forward, bidding me hop
after him. I obeyed him, and soon found myself in Warwick-lane; where
Mercury, making a full stop, pointed at a particular house, where he
bade me enquire for the stage, and, wishing me a good journey, took his
leave, saying he must go seek after other customers.
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