The soldiers of Hannibal doing massacre, the perishing mercenaries, supported my closest gaze, and left no curiosity unsatisfied.

(Alas! could I but see it again, or remember clearly what was shown tome!) And over all lay a glory of sunshine, an indescribable brilliancy which puts light and warmth into my mind whenever I try to recall it.

The delight of these phantasms was well worth the ten days' illness which paid for them.

After this night they never returned; I hoped for their renewal, but in vain.

When I spoke of the experience to Dr.Sculco, he was much amused, and afterwards he often asked me whether I had had any more _visioni_.