The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 279: what you’re looking at

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OF LONDON, 7 mind the tribulations of her life, so short; and yet so cruelly unfortunate; he sought within himself the means of compensating to Susannah for all the horrors she had suffered, and ins wardly promised her/a future happiness, and fairy= like existence, Noise prevents sleep— this everybody knows; —movement also has the same effect; but when one is set to sleep by any motion, should that motion cease, we wake; this cannot be denied by any traveller accustomed to sleep in 2% matl- coach or stage. In like manner, when we have gone to sleep with some noise drumming in our ears, a sudden silence would shake off the somni- ferous effect, and drive away, what poets havé for ages termed, the poppies from our eyelids. This — induce one to believe Cheat the sis poet as an apothecary ! - We really stcod in need of these most doo reflections, to enable us to return, without any sudden jolt, to our little French lady, the dowager Duchess de Gevres; whom we left—ah, very long - ago—enjoying a most peaceful nap in the dark closet. If we are not witataee madame the Duchess de Gevres was, at the moment we last left her, exerting all her ingenuity to avail: herself of the incredible resources which the desert island of Robinson Crusoe afforded; she had at last ima- gined that she was herself the hero of that name, and had resolved to live as comfortable as possible in that solitude. She had fallen asleep while it was yet. broad daylight: the two lovers at that time were to- =) COMICHOOkS: com,