The Mummy - A Tale of the Twenty-Second Century #229701

It would be of no use to go to sleep'with out dreaming; and, accordingly, I had scarce ly closed my eyes-when, methought, a spirit stood before me. His head was crowned with flowers; his azure wings fluttered in the breeze, and a light-drapery, liker the fleet-y that hangs upon the summit of a mo n, floated round him. In his hand he held' 30 scroll,' and his voice sounded soft and sweet as the liquid melody-of the nightingale.