My father did not
pass a good night, nor has he slept much this morning. A friend yesterday
afternoon brought him three woodcocks; he ate a little of one of them this
morning. He never now gets out of bed. He is moved occasionally from one bed to
the other, for the purpose of ventilating and making up. He was too feeble this
morning to carry a glass of water to his lips. The weather has been very hot
during the week, the mercury rising at one time to 93°.
SOURCE: Calvin Colton,
Editor, The Private Correspondence of Henry Clay, p. 635
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