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imagination which is thus distorted by your dis-ease." He drew himself up with horror: " No!no!" he feebly exclaimed, " it is not fancy:—see,it has crawled up my leg: there—there—it is onmy heart—I feel it;" and he sunk into his chair.I thought he had fainted; but in a few seconds,he gave a convulsive sob ; which was succeeded byanother at an equal distance of time : these werethen followed by a hissing, expiratory sound ; hislimbs became powerless, and he would have fallenon the floor, if I had not supported him in thechair. The doctor entered the room : but it wasonly to confirm my apprehensions. The force ofthe delusion had overwhelmed his nervous system;and, in this doing, Death, in his triumph over mor-tality, had demonstrated that life may be expelledfrom her fortress by a phantom of the imagina-tion.