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very fond ; she tried to wash his face, and that he disliked very 

 much. Every time she began, the expression of his face became 

 more angry ; at last he suddenly jumped off her knee, and made 

 a violent attack on one of the servants who is usually his 

 favourite, although she was doing nothing at all to anger him. 

 This is a good instance of his habit of venting his anger at my 

 mother on other people. He always eats vigorously when he is 

 angry, or after a tit of passion. After a prolonged fit of passion 

 he always lies down on his side as if dead, probably from ex- 

 haustion. 



30th. He quite understands the meaning of shaking hands. 

 He always holds out his own hand when he wishes to be 

 friendly, especially when a friend is entering or leaving the 

 room. To-day he had been a long time playing with his toys, 

 taking no notice of any one. Suddenly my mother remembered 

 that to-day was my birthday, and (for the first time since he 

 came to the house) shook hands with me in congratulation. He 

 immediately became very angry with me, screamed and chat- 

 tered and threw things at me, being evidently jealous of the 

 attention my mother was paying me. 



February 1st. He has now been moved down to the dining- 

 room, where he is chained between the fireplace and the 

 window. He seems quite miserable on account of the change, 

 as he does not see so much of my mother. 



4th. His low spirits continue, and threaten to make him ill. 

 He will not play with anything, but sits moping and shivering 

 in a corner. To-day I found him very cold and unhappy, and 

 warmed his hands for him. He is very meek and gentle, and 

 seems to be getting fond of me. 



8th. He has quite. recovered his spirits since he took a fancy 

 to me. He likes me now apparently as well as he used to do 

 my mother ; that is to say, he allows me to nurse him, and 

 walk about in his place, and even take things away from him. 

 When, however, my mother comes to see him, he does not care 

 for me, although he shows none of his old hostility. To the 

 servants, however, he continues to do so when my mother is 

 present. 



10th. We gave him a bundle of sticks this morning, and he 

 amused himself all day by poking them into the fire and pulling 

 them out again to smell the smoking end. He likewise pulls 

 out hot cinders from the grate and passes them over his head 

 and chest, evidently enjoying the warmth, but never burning 

 himself. He also puts hot ashes on his head. I gave him 

 some paper, and, as he cannot, from the length of his chain, 



