I cannot but congratulate myself on the change, though, perhaps, it merely argues a fickleness of temper, and a defect of sensibility.
After my narrative was ended I betook myself to my bed, in the full belief that my career in this world was on the point of finishing.

My uncle took up his abode with me, and performed for me every office of nurse, physician and friend.

One night, after some hours of restlessness and pain, I sunk into deep sleep.

Its tranquillity, however, was of no long duration.

My fancy became suddenly distempered, and my brain was turned into a theatre of uproar and confusion.