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EFFECTS OF HASHEESH. 95 te . distinctly heard the sounds that came from it, and those anger, of despair; and I listened in great terror, he said: “It is my organ of hearing. This great work has communi- cation with all the clocks that are in the hieroglyphic circle. By this means I hear the words of all those under my super- : + ” “<T have not told you all. This necromancer practices his sorceries by means of hieroglyphics on the walls and houses, and he spreads his rod of fire over those whom he has inclosed in his circle of hieroglyphics, and who are the objects of his constant hatred.’ “The doctor begged him to explain the characters and how he could interpret them. « «They are,’ was the reply, ‘the signs and symbols that'you, in your ignorance of their real meaning, have read thus: Day and Martin, and Warren’s Blacking. You are in error. These signs are the cabalistic characters that he traces to intimate the limits of his empire and to pre- vent the esedpe ef his captives. What fatigues I have under- gone to withdraw myself from his terrible influence! I once walked three days and three nights, until I fell, exhausted and breathless, against a wall and slept. On waking I saw the fatal letters, and felt that I was completely in his power.’ “Was not that quite equal to your wonderful boat-ride ?” queried the doctor as he finished. ‘“M. Calmeil reports the case of a veteran who felt -kimself every night nailed in a coffin, and earried in men’s arms, by a subterranean road, from Charenton to Vincennes, where a funeral sermon was chanted in the chapel of the chateau. The same invisible persons brought him back and placed him on his bed. ° M. Thisphile Gontier tells a highly interesting story of the effects of hasheesh on himself: “+ One of my companicns,’ says this writer, ‘ was the first to yield to its effects, having taken a Jarger dose than the others ; - he saw the stars-in his plate, and the firmament in his soup- dish; then turning his face to the wall, talked to himself, bursting into fits of laughter. I felt perfectly calm until dinner was over, although the pupils of the eyes of my other friend began to sparkle strangely ‘and acquire a most singular, - comichbooks.com