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tinuance my mother doubted, while my 

 father, the medical man, and my late in- 

 structor in the law, who happened to be 

 present, and had not ceased, nor ever did 

 cease, to take a lively interest in my welfare, 

 said it had better be given up. 



At last it was determined to leave it to 

 myself; while I, having been some time 

 convinced that it was a desperate remedy, 

 and feeling that life with the prospect of an 

 impaired intellect would not be worth 

 possessing, decided instantly on going on 

 with the medicine. This was in July. 

 Another month had scarce elapsed when a 

 day passed over the time in which I was 

 usually attacked then another, and another. 

 My sister and my mother looked at each 

 other with surprise, not daring to express 

 the hopes that had begun to possess their 

 minds. 



A week passed without my being at all 

 affected, and it was thought advisable to 

 apprise the gentleman in London of so 



