EDUCATOR 125 



On April 13, President Goodell arrived in Amherst, but 

 not very much improved in health. A council of physicians 

 was called and on the 27th he writes : — 



"I have delayed writing until I could give you the re- 

 port of the Doctors. They have now pinched, punched and 

 rapped at the seat of life. They have listened to the pro- 

 longed expulsion of the air from my lungs and they have 

 twisted, pulled out sideways and shut up like a jack-knife 

 my legs, and they all with one accord declare there is no- 

 thing the matter with me except 'that tired feeling.' They 

 have given me a mixture of iron, quinine and strychnine to 

 take three times a day. They have given me nitroglycerine 

 and strychnine pills to take when I feel my breath is com- 

 ing short and fast; and they are building on an ingenious 

 plan a new corset to fit more tenderly around my ribs. 

 Well, now, my dear M., all this is literally true. They find 

 no organic disease, but declare me to be worn out and 

 without strength to expel the air from my lungs; and hence 

 the struggle, in which the impure air gets the better of me. 

 It is very mortifying to know that I am not sick but only 

 tired, and so I am slapping into my sacred person all sorts 

 of poisonous and sedative drugs and trying to sleep eight 

 hours a night. Please don't think I am exaggerating, for 

 I do not believe I have one single word. But when Dr. S. 

 in New London, Dr. H. in Amherst, and Dr. G. in Boston, 

 all tell me the same thing, I can't help feeling a little bit 

 easy round the edges as if I had been babying myself — 

 and yet they all hint at all sorts of abominable things if I 

 don't let up on work. It 's dreadful hard when there is so 

 much to be done. 



"Dick was here yesterday for ten or fifteen minutes. 



