I don't need to tell you that I am, and have been, impatient to see you, but I have not seen any one, and am not allowed to write, my eyes sharing with the rest of my system a prostration which is something quite new to me. My surgeons put on very grave faces, and tell me I must have perfect rest and quiet, with careful treatment, diet, etc., for six months, and predict very unpleasant things otherwise. I propose to disappoint them in regard to time. . . . .
W. F. B.
SOURCE: Francis Winthrop Palfrey, Memoir of William Francis Bartlett, p. 146