Journal of Dr GFW
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The day s passed and onge, the curtain of night overspreads the land, calm and silence invite to contemplation. One beam of hope, brighter than yesterday, is all the change of feeling since yesterday. My little patient is mending. How animating. How cheering. And with what feelings I hear such intelligence I leave for conjecture. Description is vain.
Attending today the funeral of a female (these, you will observe, are not nor ever were my patients). Ceremonies as yesterday. Thoughts and reflections on the occasion much as before.