Sunday, February 18, 2024

Thomas H. Clay, June 20, 1852

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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