The Delaware farmer., 1883-11-23

ally visions more or IeEs horrible, but in
variably the same, when they approach
the wall behind which the jimjams lurk.
Probably the most striking case is that
of a gentleman who inherited his dis
eased craving for alcohol. he will not
drink, it may be, for a year. Then he
will put his business into such a shape
that he can leave it for few days and
deliberately get drunk. For two days
he devotes his energies to getting drunk
and staying drunk. He is not of the
least tronble to any one when he is
drinking. He shuts himself up in his
room, and drinks alone. In two days he
viii drink gallon of the best sour mash
Bourbon whisky money can buy. He
always begins drinking in the evening.
The third evening he goes to bed in
beastly state Of intoxication. At about
midnight his vision comes to him. He
dreams that he went to bed, and slept
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white, Pickering light. He lies awake
wondering what causes the light, and
hears loud knock on his bedroom door.
Come IMP he cries. The door is
thrown wide open and man who has
been freshly hayed stalks in. The
fayed man smiles in a ghastly manner,
and mods in friendly recognition. The
flesh is gone from his mouth. His teeth
grin mOckingly. He stations himself
opposite the bed and leans against the
wall, his shoulders making a bloody |
mark where he leans. His Hdless eyes
roll and his tongue Tolls. The bedroom
door remains open. My friend looks out
of the door and into the street. There
he sees a long column of fayed men
marching rapidly down the road. Strag-
glers drop out from the column and en-
ter his room. When ten men have
entered, his bedroom door closes. The
fiayed men, who are covered with fresh
blood, walk silently around the room
looking at him. They point their
bloody fingers at him. At a signal
from the man who first entered they all
march out. Presently they return, each
carrying a fayed and bloody corpse.
The blood has dried on the live men
while they were absent, and it flakes
from them as they re-enter the room
with their CHASTITY burdens. The
eorpses are placed on the floor in a row,
side by side. At a signal from the
eader of the skinless horrors, they
'traddle the dead bodies, and bending I
over, grasp them around the waists. {
Then Strengthening up, with the legs of '
he dead men between their own, they l
move around the room in weird dance, {
low advancing, now retreating, then {
'ircling around the bed, and always f
eering and grinning at my friend. After {
desperate efforts he awakens, and the
'ision disappears 1t is his warming to 1
luit drinking, and he heeds it, too" '
Then spoke an ex-Confederate artil- t
cry officer: "NIost sprees have visions, Y
il Of them horrible, that are natures c
warnings to them to quit drinking. But G
here is another class of illusions arising b
rom an unwise use of alcohol, which [ Il
Inspect are much more common than is
known. The men who suffer c
rom these illusions are apt to conceal '
heir troubles, being ashamed to confide d
hem to their most intimate friends. I if
now of two cases that may interest you. v
hey are queer manifestations of 81
lcoholic disturbances of the brain" il
We gathered closely around the table. B
nd all Of us, as one man, demanded fl
ne stories. The ex-Confederate officer al
aid johnson was raised on the W
ca Islands. He married shortly before I'll
lie war. He entered the Army of Vir- hi
inia. His wife, to whom he was de- 81
oted, died shortly after he left her. h,
fter the surrender johnson came West. fu
e is well-educated, courageous til
entleman. I will tell you of the vision tn
lat invariably arises before him if he tn
Kinks at all. I will tell it in the first &C
erson, just as he told it to me. I'm DC
5ine that Johnson is talking when
7er [ drink, I am haunted by vision at
lat arises before me as soon as L am M
leep. 1t is this Ny wife is by my ne
de, her soft hand lovingly slipped in ro
inc. We are walking up an oyster shell tiC
lth toward our Sea Island home. ar
nterine our house / realize that Il hoe TO
zen deserted, and an unaccountable be
cling of dread rolls over me in an lev pr
ave at this discovery. Then my wife fic
eaks, saying, softly, ''I am afraid" " fo