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OUT OF HIS HEAD, A ROMANCE.
There was something strange, people whispered. His grandfather was so before him. It runs in the family. —Thackeray. EDITED BYTHOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.
NEW YORK: Carleton, Publisher, 413 Broadway. (LATE RUDD & CARLETON.)
M DCCC LXII.Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by T. B. ALDRICH, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Southern District of New York.
CONTENTS.
- I. DR. PENDEGRAST. 11
- II. BY THE SEASHORE. 18
- III. THE ESTRANGEMENT. 22
- IV. A CATASTROPHE. 31
- V. THE FLIGHT. 36
- VI. TIRED TO DEATH. 43
- VII. AN ARRIVAL. 49
- VIII. DARK DAYS. 55
- IX. AGNES. 65
- X. THE RED DOMINO. 69
- XI. THE DANSEUSE. 82
- XII. A MYSTERY. 91
- XIII. THOU ART THE MAN. 102
- XIV. PAUL'S CONFESSION. 105
- XV. A LONG JOURNEY. 114
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- XVI. OUT OF HIS HEAD. 118
- XVII. BURNING A WITCH. 124
- XVIII. TWO HUNDRED YEARS OLD. 142
- NOTE. 145
PAUL LYNDE'S SKETCH BOOK.
- PERE ANTOINE'S DATE PALM. 149
- A WORD FOR THE TOWN. 162
- MISS HEPZIBAH'S LOVER. 173
- THE LADY WITH THE BALMORAL. 192
- THE CUP AND THE LIP. 206
PAUL LYNDE'S SKETCH BOOK.
- PERE ANTOINE'S DATE PALM. 149
- A WORD FOR THE TOWN. 162
- MISS HEPZIBAH'S LOVER. 173
- THE LADY WITH THE BALMORAL. 192
- THE CUP AND THE LIP. 206
NOTE.
The manuscript which comprises this volume was found among the papers of the late Paul Lynde, and placed in my hands, by the publishers, for revision.
It is usual to accompany a posthumous work with some account of its author: in the present instance, the friends of the writer object to this, and I am permitted only to say that Mr. Lynde,—personally a stranger to me,—was the victim of an hereditary peculiarity, which. increasing with his years, at length forced him to retreat from the world, to one of those beneficent asylums, established for such unfortunates. There he wrote, dreamed, and indulged in his vagaries to the end.
- "And, truly, waking dreams were more or less,
- An old and strange affection of his house.
- Himself, too, had wierd weird seizures, heaven knows what,
- On a sudden, in the midst of men and day,
- And while he walked and talked as heretofor
- He seemed to move among a world of ghosts
- And feel himself the shadow of a dream."
Of this Romance, produced under such unusual circumstances, it is not my province to speak. The reader himself will see, beneath the sombre surface of the writer's words, the particular humor of the man.
