Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 05
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
He sat down as he concluded these mysterious words, in an attitude of
expectation of the coming paroxysm, and I conceived that my best reply
to his wild and incoherent ideas would be, the refuting fact of the
absence of any attack at that time. I, therefore, left him; and, as I
passed along the passage to the door, was met by his anxious wife, who
inquired of me, with tears in her eyes, if I knew what this malady was,
which, leaving no trace of its presence, yet produced such a pain as she
never thought mortal was doomed to suffer; and, above all, she was
solicitous to know if I had got any insight into her husband's mind,
which was loaded with some awful burden in some degree connected with
this calamity; for, since ever the first attack, she had got no rest at
night, and no peace during day--his haunted vigils, his sleep-walking,
his dreaming, his agonies, and prayers, being unremitting and
heart-rending, as well to him as to her. She wept bitterly as she
concluded this account of her sufferings.
I could give her little satisfaction beyond assuring her that the
disease had nothing supernatural about it, as her husband thought, and
giving it as my opinion that the unusual character of the complaint
might, in a serious, contemplative-minded man, have given rise to the
delusion that it came direct from heaven as a punishment of errors
incident to fallen humanity. I informed her, also, of my expectation of
removing this delusion, partly by impressing him with the disappointment
he would likely feel that day in experiencing no attack consequent upon
my remedial endeavours; and, in a short time, I might prevail upon him
to allow me to perform the operation I had recommended.
I left the poor woman praying fervently that I might succeed; for, until
some change was effected on her husband's mind, she could expect little
peace, far less happiness, on earth. As I proceeded homewards, I had
great misgivings as to my having exhausted the secret of this man's
misery; yet my efforts at fathoming the true mystery of this unusual
imputation of a disease to the avenging retribution of an offended God
were unavailing, and I left to time to discover what was beyond my
power.
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