I looked up. It was my hospital-assistant. I had fallen out of bed!

"You seem to have had a night of it, sir--cheering and shouting to such

an extent that I thought of awaking you once or twice, but refrained

because of your strict orders to the contrary. Not hurt, I hope?"

"So, then," I said, with a sigh of intense relief, as I proceeded to

dress, "the whole affair has been--A DREAM!"

"Ah!" thought I, on passing through the hospital for the last time

before quitting it, and gazing sadly on the ghastly rows of sick and

wounded, "well were it for this unfortunate world if war and all its

horrors were but the phantasmagoria of a similar dream."

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