Transcriber’s Note Italic text displayed as: _italic_ [Illustration: _Vide p. 21._] CAUGHT NAPPING. Third Edition. LONDON: G. J. PALMER, 32, LITTLE QUEEN STREET, LINCOLN’S INN FIELDS. 1866. Table of Contents Chapter I. 3 Chapter II. 15 Chapter III. 23 CAUGHT NAPPING. CHAPTER I. HOW I FOUND MYSELF IN THE CATACOMBS. I am an Anglican of the Anglicans, I mean that I am τετράγωνος a Perfect Man, with four angles impinging upon my neighbours and producing among them many a sore. Whithersoever I go, into whatsoever society, I take my angles with me. They do much damage, but they establish the principle of Anglicanism. My object in writing these lines is to announce a very remarkable phenomenon which occurred the other day, and which may prove of interest to the Psychologist. I was sitting in my study before the fire reading the _Guardian_, which is the 40th article of my creed, with my feet upon the mantle-piece, and my spectacles upon my nose. Whilst perusing with the utmost profit and gratification the letters of Messrs. Marriott and Milton on the Ritual question, an indescribable obfuscation stole over my faculties. My chin, which, on principle, I keep well elevated, sank upon my bosom, which is boney. My eyes began to close, an Æolean note issued at intervals from my nostrils. The _Guardian_ slipped from my fingers, and to my obscured fancy appeared to slide away into utter vacuity. The ranges of books upon my shelves seemed to undergo changes. The library of Anglo-Catholic theology began to dance, whilst the library of the Fathers retired into vacuum—but not the same vacuum into which the _Guardian_ had slipped, one totally distinct. These facts will prove my abnormal condition.