“I shall not mind any flapping outside the window. Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, with such unknown horrors as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
Well, here I am to-night, hoping for sleep, and lying like Ophelia in the play, with «virgin crants and maiden strewments.» I never liked garlic before, but to-night it is delightful! There is peace in its smell; I feel sleep coming already.”