| Sometimes I imagined myself buried alive. Methought I had fallen into seeming death, and my friends had consigned me to the tomb, from which a resurrection was impossible. |
| —Chapter XVI |
| Charles Brockden Brown |
Edgar Huntley
Or, Memoirs of a Sleep-Walker
Charles Brockden Brown
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To the Public
PHILADELPHIA: M. POLOCK, 1857
NEW YORK: BARTLEBY.COM, 2013