My eyes are not shut, nor do I look different.

I have always seen them.

I was alarmed about them once, and went to a doctor; but he said he could not explain it--it was probably a nervous idiosyncrasy: and I felt all the better for my habit having a name." One more thing I must mention about him, which I have discovered since his death.

I must add _that I never had the least suspicion of it in his life_.
He was the victim during this time of a depression of mind; not constant, but from which he never felt secure.

I subjoin a few entries from his diaries.
"Very troubled and gloomy: a strange heart-sinking--a blank misgiving without any adequate cause upon me all day.