An Essay on the Incubus, or Night-mareBond, John, M.D.
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An Essay on the Incubus, or Night-mare
Bond, John, M.D.
Nightmares -- Physiological aspects -- Early works to 1800
“We reasoned a long time about this odd appearance as well as we could,
and all of us judging it inexplicable and unaccountable, and finding
he still continued in that condition, we began to conclude that he had
indeed carried the experiment too far, and at last were satisfied he
was actually dead, and were just ready to leave him.
“This continued about half an hour, by nine o’clock in the morning
in autumn. As we were going away, we observed some motion about the
Body, and upon examination found his Pulse and the motion of his Heart
gradually returning: he began to breathe gently and speak softly; we
were all astonished to the last degree at this unexpected change,
and after some further conversation with him, and among ourselves,
went away fully satisfied as to all the particulars of this fact, but
confounded and puzzled, and not able to form any rational scheme that
might account for it. He afterwards called for his attorney, added a
codicil to his will, settled legacies on his servants, received the
sacrament, and calmly and composedly expired about five or six o’clock
that evening. Next day he was opened (as he had ordered) his Body was
the soundest and best made I had ever seen; his Lungs were fair, large,
and sound; his Heart big and strong, and his Intestines sweet and
clean; his Stomach was of a due proportion, the Coats sound and thick,
and the villous Membrane quite entire. But when we came to examine the
Kidneys, though the left was perfectly sound, and of a just size, the
right was about four times as big, distended like a blown Bladder, and
yielding, as if full of pap; he having often passed a wheyish liquor
after his urine, during his illness.
“Upon opening this Kidney, we found it quite full of a white chalky
matter, like plaister of Paris, and all the fleshy substance dissolved
and worn away, by what I called a Nephritic Cancer. This had been the
source of all his misery; and the symptomatic vomitings, from the
irritation on the consentient Nerves, and quite starv’d and worn him
down. I have narrated the facts as I saw and observ’d them deliberately
and distinctly, and shall leave to the philosophic reader to make what
inferences he thinks fit: the truth of the material circumstances I
will warrant.”
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