King 



ander who is a trained nurse and a 

 monument of medical wisdom. . . . 

 Common honesty demands that I 

 confess that I am likely to be rather 

 dull company for a little while, but 

 in a few days I shall be gay enough. 

 If my back goes up to the tempera- 

 ture of melted diabase, and moral 

 viscosity sets in, I promise not to 

 bore you with it." . 



You all remember how King broke 

 down in 1893, and how he went to 

 Bloomingdale, as most of us would 

 have liked to do, to recover from the 

 nervous strain which prostrated the 

 whole country, and cost hundreds of 

 valuable lives in that disastrous year. 

 That all one's acquaintance should 

 retreat into asylums seemed at one 

 time the only way to escape hopeless 

 ruin and collapse ; but at any time 

 King might have written from any- 

 where without disturbing the natural 



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