The Press., 1889-01-31

A. BiRY,s DIARY. !;

FIRST DAY.-Wonderful heavenly. At last am really in the world Who would have thought that one could breathe so freely and cry out so loud am curious to see if all will be as I dreamed. How l shall enjoy the sunshine, the blue sky. and the fresh, pure air that will cool my heated skin! Ohs if might only see and feel Them now :. !,
 SECOND DAYii-lAvhat a 'dreadful heat !! How disappointed I am This air, this water, this light-how different it all is from what imagined Patience shall be better off afstE<:a while. This old wo- }nan Wlfo nurses me doesn t'seem to under stand me at all.
 FIFTH DAY-No deliverence yet! If it goes on like this calf't*hold ont much longer. The whole live-long day l lie smothered in feathers. can scarcely get breath of air. I am bound mp in one woolen aud two linen swaddling- bands j; then little skirt and worsted j cket are put on to me. I am placed on long feather pillow, and feather coverlet IS laid over me. The hangings of my crib are closely drawn. double curtains darken the room, and the windows are tightly shut, aLd there I, poor little creature, must lie from morn to eve. My glowing skin is even worse off thsn the stove be side me, for that cAn give off it's heat. Oh if I knew what to do. If I ciy, that old wom m gives me hot milk to drink, and am hotter than btfore. If my hands feel cold, because my head is burning, thaf cruel nurse brings a pair of feather pillows for them. 1 am ready to die with pain. I turn my half closed eyes from side to side seeking some escape, and my. tormentor says, "The child is shivering, he needs more warmth ;''. and she catches up tho thickest blanket she eau find, heats tt oh the stove, and throws if over me. Is no one coming to help me?
 TENTH :DAY--Another fearful night |! The air is stitiing I cry my best, but no one understands me- must drink, drink, and drink again, until I overflow. TAis morning I was longing, for my bath, hoping lit might be a little cooler than usual. They began to undo me, but all at once they bound me up again and put me in that horrible pillow. The nurse was frig It ened about.sopethipg. and off she sent for the doctor. He came and looked at me iD my pillowy grave, and-did nothing to help me, although I looked at him most pitifully and tried so hard to tell him of my sutferings. Half an hour later I had to swallow a spoonful of nasty sweet stuff that smelt horribly that was to do my poor stomach good. Air, air, fresh, cool air; light, water! Shall l never know them in this world?
 TWELFTH DAY.-Well! It can't last much longer! There was a grand con; clave of all my aunts and female scousins yesterday each had a new remedy for me, and all agreed that cold was the cause oi my illness. They ordered that I should be kept, warm; they gave me prepared food and some strong wine that went thro my heated brain and made me like one dead. They bound flannel tightly around my stomach. so that after every spoonful of food had to throw some off. My legs were drawn down straight and fastened tightlyi so that.I could not even draw them ,R to ease my aching stomach lit ! tie: am gradually: becoming insensible Oh that it may only be soon over.
 THIRTEENTH DAY.-Farewell thou beau tiful world Thy light, thine air have not been given me. am going to where there are no bands. and all are free.