A PRETTY severe fit of indisposition which, uhe name of a nervous fever, has made a prisoner of me for some weeks past, and is but slowly leaving me, has reduced me to an incapacity of refleg upon any topic fn to itself. Expeo healthy clusions from me this month, reader; I offer you only sick mens dreams.
And truly the whole state of siess is such; for what else is it but a magnifit dream for a man to lie a-bed, and draw day-light curtains about him; and, shutting out the sun, to iotal oblivion of all the works which are going on u? To bee insensible to all the operations of life, except the beatings of one feeble pulse?
If there be a regal solitude, it is a sick bed. How the patient lords, it there! what caprices he acts without troul! how king like he sways his pillow tumbling, and tossing, and shifting, and l, and thumping, and flatting, and moulding it, to the ever varying requisitions of his throbbing temples.
He ges sides oftehan a politi. Now he……（内容加载失败！）
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