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IG.783.043
29 Mar 1783:12, 13, 21 (74)
On the Pleasure Derived from Objects of Terror, with Sir
Bertrand, a fragment.
[Two columns describing a fantasy.] . . . Sir Bertrand was
thrown into a sudden trance, and on recovering, found
himself seated on a velvet sofa, in the most magnificent
room he had ever seen, lighted with innumerable tapers, in
lustres of pure crystal. A sumptuous banquet was set in the
middle. The doors opening to soft music, a lady of
incomparable beauty, attired with amazing splendor entered,
surrounded by a troop of gay nymphs more fair than the
graces-- She advanced to the knight, and falling on her
knees thanked him as her deliverer. The nymphs placed a
garland of laurel upon his head, and the lady led him by the
hand to the banquet, and sat beside him. The nymphs placed
themselves at the table, and a numerous train of servants
entering, served up the feast; delicious music playing all
the time. Sir Bertand could not speak for astonishment---
he could only return their honours by courteous looks and
gestures. After the banquet was finished, all retired but
the lady, who leading back the knight to the sofa, addressed
him in these words: ----------------------------------------
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