Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
This state of gloom lasted, I understood--for I could not get her
visited in the meantime--for three days, during which she scarcely spoke
to her neighbours, whose curiosity, roused by her previous conduct,
supplied the place of the kindness which ought to have stimulated
charitable attentions. At the end of that time, she awoke from her
dream, and spoke with her accustomed sense on any subject that was
started in her presence; but during the night she was heard again busy
in her old occupation of feeding her feathered family; and several of
the neighbours had even been at the pains to leave their beds, and
listen to her one-sided dialogue and strange proceedings, as a matter of
intense curiosity. I got a second report of these acts from the same
neighbours, and very properly set the patient down for one of those
unfortunate beings, too common in our land, who are afflicted with
temporary derangement, which sometimes shows itself in the form of a
fancied presence of some familiar object, and a passing into a condition
or position occupied in some prior part of the life of the afflicted
individual. These objects are too common to excite in us any particular
curiosity; and, having made a report to those interested in her that I
feared she was subject to temporary fits of insanity, I left to them the
choice of the ordinary expedients in such cases.
Some weeks afterwards, the neighbour whom I had formerly seen, called
and told me that the patient had not been attended to as her situation
required, and that she had passed into a new condition, so extraordinary
and incredible, that she could not trust her tongue to tell it to a
rational being, and therefore urged me to come and witness for the truth
of what no mortal would otherwise believe, by the evidence of my eyes. I
asked her to explain what she meant; but she replied by a laugh, and
went away, stating, that, unless I visited her soon, I might lose one of
the most strange sights I had ever witnessed in the course of all my
extended and long practice. I had seen so much of the wild vagaries of
distempered minds, so many metamorphoses of fancied identities, and such
extraordinary instances of imaginary metempsychoses, and other freaks in
lunatics, that I felt no more curiosity on the subject of the woman's
excited report than I do in ordinary cases; but, in about an hour
afterwards, I found leisure to call and make a proper judgment of what
might, after all, be a matter exaggerated by the clouds of ignorance.
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