Letter to General Lee goes this morning, probably. Another wretched, painful, weary day. Mustard poultice on bowels this morn. Never passed such a horrible night as last; awake all night, passing blood freely. The doctor couldn't know anything about his business, and doesn't care. Keeps giving me pills. Bought pint of brandy, $25; miserable stuff. Apple brandy, tastes like burning-fluid.
SOURCE: Francis Winthrop Palfrey, Memoir of William Francis Bartlett, p. 123-4