"For though he has accomplished much, he is as yet but mortal.

Thou canst guide him thus far; tell him, when death lies like a gift in his hand, let him withhold it, and remember me.

And now, my friend--farewell!" I would have spoken again, but could not.

An oppressed sensation came over me, and I seemed to plunge coldly into a depth of inextricable blackness.

I felt cramped for room, and struggled for existence, for motion, for breath.