"Out of my head."

     "That head I see now on your shoulders?"

     "Yes, sir."

     "Has it other furniture of the same kind within?"

     "I should think it may have: I should hope--better."

     He spread the pictures before him, and again surveyed them alternately.

     While he is so occupied, I will tell you, reader, what they are: and first, I must premise that they are nothing wonderful. The subjects had, indeed, risen vividly on my mind. As I saw them with the spiritual eye, before I attempted to embody them, they were striking; but my hand would not second my fancy, and in each case it had wrought out but a pale portrait of the thing I had conceived.