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der, he talks lucidly enough.   They say he has been violent. God
help him, poor fellow!
  4.  Friday.  To Sam�s in the evening.   Found him and Min-
nie not very well, and somewhat despondent on account of the stag-
nation of business consequent on the War, increased taxation &c.
  5. Saturday.   To Price�s in the fore-noon.  Descending
to the basement rooms in which the family lives, I met Harry�s
father.  The little man was unfeignedly distressed, and told me
that his son had been very violent, and was, that afternoon to be
conveyed to a Bethnal Green Lunatic Asylum, his mother conduct-
ing him thither.   After some talk I entered the room.  Poor
Harry lay on his back, upon a sofa, two men holding him, and
a woman constantly applying ice, in a bladder to his shorn head.
His eyes stared with all the terrible lustre of insanity, he rowed,
and at times struggled violently, wagging his head to and fro,
opening his mouth widely, and occasionally projecting his tongue.  Me
he did not recognize, though upon request, I sat beside him, and
took his hand.     His hallucination appeared to be, that some great
agonizing, overpowering revelation was confided to him, which he must
express, �expire in agony, and live for ever and ever!�  Over
and over again did he repeat �Now I have it!  I have it � ! �
raising his voice at each utterance, until it reached a frantic
vehemence.    Again, he repeated �This is Madness! �and I think
suffered as terribly as if a fiend rent him.    It was a most
painful scene.   Frequently he called for his mother, and she came.
My name he mentioned, as purporting �to go to America with Gunn.�
He had asked much for me, yesterday.   They anticipate his               
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