Death was ambushed in my path.

From what evil was I now rescued?
What minister or implement of ill was shut up in this recess?
Who was it whose suffocating grasp I was to feel, should I dare to enter it?
What monstrous conception is this?
my brother! No; protection, and not injury is his province.

Strange and terrible chimera! Yet it would not be suddenly dismissed.

It was surely no vulgar agency that gave this form to my fears.

He to whom all parts of time are equally present, whom no contingency approaches, was the author of that spell which now seized upon me.