Mrs. Loudon 
Mummy 
A Tale of the Twenty-Second Century

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. It would be of no use to go to sleep’with out dreaming; and, accordingly, I had scarce ly closed my eyes-when, methought, a spirit stood before me. His head was crowned with flowers; his azure wings fluttered in the breeze, and a light-drapery, liker the fleet-y that hangs upon the summit of a mo n, floated round him. In his hand he held’ 30 scroll, ’ and his voice sounded soft and sweet as the liquid melody-of the nightingale.