More comfortable night than the one before, less pain; continue to run off the same. Long, long day; three gentlemen called this P. M., one left a few tomatoes. I can't eat them. Indeed, I don't eat anything. Another sleepless, painful night to-night. If I die here, I hope my friends (written 10th) will sift the matter and learn the truth.
SOURCE: Francis Winthrop Palfrey, Memoir of William Francis Bartlett, p. 124