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I came to typhoid fever-read the symptoms-discovered that I had typhoid fever, must have had it for months without knowing it-wondered what else I had got turned up St. I sat for awhile, frozen with horror and then, in the listlessness of despair, I again turned over the pages. I forget which was the first distemper I plunged into-some fearful, devastating scourge, I know-and, before I had glanced half down the list of 'premonitory symptoms,' it was borne in upon me that I had fairly got it. I got down the book, and read all I came to read and then, in an unthinking moment, I idly turned the leaves, and began to indolently study diseases, generally. I remember going to the British Museum one day to read up the treatment for some slight ailment of which I had a touch-hay fever, I fancy it was. The diagnosis seems in every case to correspond exactly with all the sensations that I have ever felt. It is a most extraordinary thing, but I never read a patent medicine advertisement without being impelled to the conclusion that I am suffering from the particular disease therein dealt with in its most virulent form. I knew it was my liver that was out of order, because I had just been reading a patent liver-pill circular, in which were detailed the various symptoms by which a man could tell when his liver was out of order. With me, it was my liver that was out of order. Harris said he felt such extraordinary fits of giddiness come over him at times, that he hardly knew what he was doing and then George said that he had fits of giddiness too, and hardly knew what he was doing. We were all feeling seedy, and we were getting quite nervous about it. We were sitting in my room, smoking, and talking about how bad we were-bad from a medical point of view I mean, of course.

THERE were four of us-George, and William Samuel Harris, and myself, and Montmorency. Original motion carried by majority of three to one.

A week on the rolling deep?-George suggests the River. We agree that we are overworked, and need rest. A victim to one hundred and seven fatal maladies. Three Men in a Boat(To Say Nothing of the Dog)

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