The figure itself was little above life-size, or at any rate above our life-size, say seven feet in height.

It was very peculiar in sundry ways.
To begin with, nothing of the body was visible, for it was swathed like a corpse.

From these wrappings projected one arm, the right, in the hand of which was the likeness of a lighted torch.

The head was not veiled.
It was that of a man, long-nosed, thin-lipped, stern-visaged; the countenance pervaded by an awful and unutterable calm, as deep as that of Buddha only less benign.

On the brow was a wreathed head-dress, not unlike an Eastern turban, from which sprang two little wings resembling in some degree those on the famous Greek head of Hypnos, lord of Sleep.
Between the folds of the wrappings on the back sprang two other wings, enormous wings bent like those of a bird about to take flight.