Help me--save me!" Sullivan on holding the candle to his face, perceived that he was still asleep; and suspecting the nature of his dream, he awoke him at once.

On seeing a portion of the family about him, he started again, and looked for a moment so completely aghast that he resembled horror personified.
"Who--what--what are you?
Oh," he exclaimed, recovering, and striving to compose himself, "ha--Good God! what a frightful drame I had.

I thought I was murdherin' a man; murdherin' the"-- he paused, and stared wildly about him.
"Murdherin' who ?" asked Jerry.
"Murdherin'! eh--ha--why, who talks about murdherin' ?" "Compose yourself," added Sullivan; "you did; but you're frightened.

You say you thought you were murdherin' some one; who was it ?" "Yes, yesr" he replied; "it was myself.

I thought the murdhered man was--I mean, that the man was murdherin' myself." And he looked with a terrible shudder of fear towards the great coat.
"Hut," said Sullivan, "it was only a drame; compose yourself; why should you be alarmed ?--your hand is free of it.