Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXV, No. 3, September 1849Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXV, No. 3, September 1849
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
At length we landed, and I had become so stiff and sore, from my undrest
injuries, that I lost my consciousness as they lifted me from the boat,
and on the ninth day after, awoke to find myself in a magnificently
furnished room, lying in a bed which might have beseemed a monarch,
while near my pillow, in an antique velvet-cushioned easy-chair,
reclined my fairy Charlotte, in a deep but apparently troubled sleep. I
soon recollected all that had befallen me, except the lapse of time
since the memorable night, and thinking that we had recently arrived,
did not wonder that Charlotte had sunk under her fatigue. So I composed
myself to sleep and kept her company in the land of dreams.
I awoke again. It was still night, at least it seemed so in that
darkened apartment, but I could distinguish the rich and heavy ornaments
of the walls and ceiling, and the sumptuous embroidery of the heavy
tapestries, which swept from the lofty cornice to the floor; the antique
chair also stood by the bedside, but its late occupant was not there. I
moved, and raised my head somewhat from the pillow, when from the
concealment of my bed-curtain came forward a stately lady, apparently
fifty years of age, wearing a rich dress of black satin, and holding a
small golden night-lamp in her hand. She looked earnestly into my eyes a
moment, and then with a gentle grace, which betrayed no surprise or
other emotion, she inquired how I had rested, and if I found myself
better of my wounds. I replied that I felt quite well, when she shook
her head, bade me be quiet, and took her seat in the vacant chair.
Presently Charlotte stole softly into the room from a curtained recess,
and meeting my smile of recognition, uttered a cry of joy, laughed,
danced, wrung her hands, and finally wept like an infant, despite all
the efforts of the dark-robed lady to quiet her transports. I now
discovered that I had been a week delirious, and considered in a very
precarious condition; that Harry was nearly well, and that he and
Charlotte had been my constant attendants, aided by the lady present,
and other members of her household. Soon after a silvery haired old man,
came to my bedside, and being introduced as my physician, congratulated
me with courteous politeness on the favorable change in my condition,
adding that with proper care my recovery would be certain and speedy.
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