THE FIRST DAY'S JOURNEY, AND THE FIRST EVENING'S ADVENTURES;WITH THEIR CONSEQUENCESThat punctual servant of all work, the sun, had just risen, and begunto strike a light on the morning of the thirteenth of May, one thousandeight hundred and twenty-seven, when Mr. Samuel Pickwick burst likeanother sun from his slumbers, threw open his chamber window, and lookedout upon the world beneath.
( Dickens The Pickwick papers ) Seven o'clock had hardly ceased striking on the following morning,when Mr. Pickwick's comprehensive mind was aroused from the state ofunconsciousness, in which slumber had plunged it, by a loud knocking athis chamber door.
( Dickens The Pickwick papers ) 'At the close of one of these paroxysms, when I had with greatdifficulty held him down in his bed, he sank into what appeared to bea slumber.
His head was sunk upon his bosom; and he slumberedagain.
The old gentleman smiled good-humouredly as he drew his chairforward--the remainder of the party drew their chairs closer together,especially Mr. Tupman and the spinster aunt, who were possibly ratherhard of hearing; and the old lady's ear-trumpet having been dulyadjusted, and Mr. Miller (who had fallen asleep during the recitalof the verses) roused from his slumbers by an admonitory pinch,administered beneath the table by his ex-partner the solemn fat man, theold gentleman, without further preface, commenced the following tale, towhich we have taken the liberty of prefixing the title of THE CONVICT'S RETURN'When I first settled in this village,' said the old gentleman, 'whichis now just five-and-twenty years ago, the most notorious person amongmy parishioners was a man of the name of Edmunds, who leased a smallfarm near this spot.
It was Mr. Pickwick's condition at this moment: he tossed firston one side and then on the other; and perseveringly closed his eyesas if to coax himself to slumber.
I drove my fingers into my ears, but theyscreamed into my head till the room rang with it, that in one generationbefore him the madness slumbered, but that his grandfather had livedfor years with his hands fettered to the ground, to prevent his tearinghimself to pieces.
( Dickens The Pickwick papers ) 'Morning aroused Tom from the lethargic slumber, into which he hadfallen on the disappearance of the old man.