'Mindandmatter,'saidthelady inthewig,'glideswift into the vortex of immensity. Howls the sublime, and softly sleeps the calm Ideal, in the whispering chambers of Imagination.'
In the foreground is that strange figure which is as familiar to us as the figures of those among whom we havebeenbrought up, thegigantic body, thehugemassy face, seamed with the scars of disease, the brown coat, the black worsted stockings, the grey wig with the scorched foretop, the dirty hands, the nails bitten and pared to the quick.
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