The strange case of DrJekyll and MrHudeIllustrated by Charles Raymond Macauley . fore, and neither richer nor wiser, unlessthe sense of service rendered to a man inmortal distress may be counted as a kind ofriches of the soul. Or, if you shall so preferto choose, a new province of knowledge andnew avenues to fame and power shall be laidopen to you, here in this room, upon the in-stant, and your sight shall be blasted by aprodigy to stagger the unbelief of Satan. Sir, said I, affecting a coolness that I wasfar from truly possessing, you speak enigmas,and you will, perhaps, not wonder that I hea
The strange case of DrJekyll and MrHudeIllustrated by Charles Raymond Macauley . fore, and neither richer nor wiser, unlessthe sense of service rendered to a man inmortal distress may be counted as a kind ofriches of the soul. Or, if you shall so preferto choose, a new province of knowledge andnew avenues to fame and power shall be laidopen to you, here in this room, upon the in-stant, and your sight shall be blasted by aprodigy to stagger the unbelief of Satan. Sir, said I, affecting a coolness that I wasfar from truly possessing, you speak enigmas,and you will, perhaps, not wonder that I hearyou with no very strong impression of I have gone too far in the way of inex-plicable services to pause before I see the end. It is well, replied my visitor. Lanyon,you remember your vows; what follows isunder the seal of our profession. And now,you who have so long been bound to the 144 Dr. Lanyori s Narrative most narrow and material views, you who havedenied the virtue of transcendentalmedicine, vou who have derided your>eriors—behold ! He put the glass to. d drank atA cry fol-lowed ; hereeled,staggered,clutchedthe table, andon, s taringinjected eyes,g with open1; and as Ii, there came,ght, a change;med to swell;became sud-Iv black, and theures seemed tot and alter, and i45 The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde the next moment I had sprung to my feetand leaped back against the wall, my armraised to shield me from that prodigy, mymind submerged in terror. Oh, God! I screamed, and Oh, God!again and again; for there before my eyes—pale and shaken, and half fainting, and grop-ing before him with his hands, like a manrestored from death — there stood HenryJekyll! What he told me in the next hour I can-not bring my mind to set on paper. I sawwhat I saw, I heard what I heard, and mysoul sickened at it; and yet now, when thatsight has faded from my eyes, I ask myself ifI believe it, and I cannot answer. My lifeis shaken to its roots; sleep has left me; the
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