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
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