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He goeth after her.and knoweth not." (From a diary).
Three days ago! by heaven, it seems an age. But I am shaken--my reason is debauched. A while since, I fell into a momentary coma precisely resembling an attack of petit mal. "Tombs, and worms, and epitaphs"-- that is my dream. At my age, with my physique, to walk staggery, like a man stricken! But all that will pass: I must collect myself--my reason is debauched. Three days ago! it seems an age! I sat on the floor before an old cista full of letters. I lighted upon a packet of Cosmo's. Why, I had forgotten them! they are turning sere! Truly, I can no more call myself a young man. I sat reading, listlessly, rapt back by memory. To muse is to be lost! of that evil habit I must wring the neck, or look to perish. Once more I threaded the mazy sphere- harmony of the minuet, reeled in the waltz, long pomps of candelabra, the noonday of the bacchanal, about me.