Here we inject a fact. We receive multitudes of letters containing this affirmation, almost in identical words : I was worse tired in the morning than when I went to led." To this the doctor has an answer. He says, When toe feel ivearied in the morning very likely it results from dreams that ne have for gotten. Quite so. [n other words there is a bodily con dition which may prevent a person from working by day at his usual calling, but obliges him toJußour all night under a mental stimulus of which he knows nothing save by its resulting exhaustion. These unhappy wretches toil harder, therefore, for no compensation, when they are ill, than they have to do to earn a living when they are well. What an infernal and frightful fact ! And this too without taking into account their physical suffering at all times. " Night," said Coleridge, " is my hell."

From one of the letters referred to we quote what a woman says of her daugh ter : •' She was worse tired in a morning than when she went to bed." Poor girl. Those "forgotten dreams" had tossed her about as a ship is tossed in a tempest. Night was her day of labour. The mother's simple tale is this : " In June, 1890, my daughter Ann Elizabeth became low, weak, and fretful, and com plained of pain in the chest after eating. Next her stomach was so irritable that she vomited all the food she took. It was awful to see her heave and strain. For three week 3 nothing passed except a little soda water and lime water. Later on, her feet and legs began to swell and pulffroni dropsy. She was now pale as death and looked as though she had not a drop of blood in her body, and was always cold. Month after month dragged by and she got weaker every day. She could not walk without sup port, for she had lost the proper use of her legs, and her body swayed from side to side as she moved.
