Chapter 7^th

^{It was on a dreary} night of November
that I beheld the frame on whic my man compleatteed., And
with an anxiety that almost amount
ed to agony I collected instruments of life
around me and endeavour to that I might einfuse a
spark of being into the lifeless thinkg
that lay at my feet. It was already
one in the morning, the rain pattered
dismally against the window panes, &
my candle was nearly burnt out, when
by the glimmer of the half extinguish
ed light I saw the dull yellow eye of
the creature open.—It breathed hard,
and a convulsive motion agitated
its limbs.

But how How can I describe my
emotion at this catastrophe; or how deli
neate the wretch whom with such
infinite pains and care I had endeavoured
to form. His limbs were in proportion
and I had selected his features h as
handsome handsome beautiful. Handsome; Great God! His
dun yellow skin scarcely covered the work of
muscles and arteries beneath; his hair
was of a lustrous black & flowing and his teeth of a pearly white
ness but these luxuriancies only fomed
formed a more horrid contrast with his watry eyes that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set,

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