When Richard Markham was precipitated into the hole beneath the stairs, by the perfidy of the Mummy, he fell with his head against a stone, and became insensible. He lay in this manner for upwards of half an hour, when a current of air which blew steadily upon his face, revived him; and he awoke to all the horrors of his situation. He had seen and passed through enough that night to unhinge the strongest mind. The secrets of the accursed den in a subterranean dungeon of which he now lay,--the atrocious mysteries revealed by the conversation of the body-snatchers ere they set out on their expedition to Shoreditch Church,--the cold corpse of some unfortunate being most inhumanly murdered, and all the paraphernalia of a hideous death, in the front-room of that outpost of hell,--haunted his imagination, and worked him up to a pitch of excitement bordering upon frenzy. He felt that if he did not escape from that hole, he should dash his head against the wall, or go raving mad. He clenched his fists and struck them against his forehead in an access of despair. And then he endeavoured to reason with himself, and to look the perils that beset him, in the face. But he could not remain cool--he could not control his agonising emotions. "O God!" he exclaimed aloud; "what have I done to be thus afflicted? What sin have I committed to be thus tortured? Have I not served thee in word and deed to the best of my ability? Do I not worship--venerate--adore thee? O God! why wilt thou that I should die thus early--and die, too, so cruel a death? Is there not room on earth enough for a worm like me? Have I not been sufficiently tried, O my God? and in the hour of my deepest--bitterest anguish, did I ever deny thee? Did I repine against thy supreme will when false men encompassed me to destroy me in the opinion of the world? Hear me, O God--hear me! and let me not die this time;--let me not perish, O Lord, thus miserably!" Such was the fervent, heart-felt prayer which Markham breathed to heaven, in the agony and despair of his soul. He extended his arms, with his hands clasped together, in the ardour of his appeal; and they encountered an opening in the wall. A ray of hope penetrated to his heart; and when upon further search, he discovered an aperture sufficiently wide for him to creep through, he exclaimed, "O Lord! I thank thee, thou hast heard my prayer! Pardon--oh! pardon my repinings;--forgive me that I dared to question thy sovereign will!" At all risks he determined to pass through the opening--lead whithersoever it might; for he knew that he could scarcely be worse off; and he felt a secret influence which prompted him thus to act, and for which he could not wholly account. He crept through the hole in the partition-wall, and found himself upon a soft damp ground. Every thing was veiled in the blackest obscurity. He groped about with his hands, and stepped cautiously forward, pausing at every pace.