du
Peyrou, we went up a small mountain, on the summit of which there is a
level spot, called with reason, Belle-vue; I was then beginning to
herbalize;- walking and looking among the bushes, I exclaimed with
rapture, "Ah, there's some periwinkle!" Du Peyrou, who perceived my
transport, was ignorant of the cause, but will some day be informed, I
hope, on reading this. The reader may judge by this impression, made
by so small an incident, what an effect must have been produced by
every occurrence of that time.
Meantime, the air of the country did not restore my health; I was
languishing and became more so; I could not endure milk, and was
obliged to discontinue the use of it. Water was at this time the
fashionable remedy for every complaint; accordingly I entered on a
course of it, and so indiscreetly, that it almost released me, not
only from my illness but also from my life. Every morning I went to
the fountain and drank about two bottles, while I walked. I stopped
drinking wine at meals. The water was rather hard and difficult to
pass, as water from mountains generally is; in two months I ruined
my stomach, which had been very good, and no longer digested
anything properly. At this time an accident happened, as singular in
itself as in its subsequent consequences, which can only terminate
with my existence.
One morning, being no worse than usual, while putting up the leaf of
a small table, I felt a sudden and almost inconceivable revolution
throughout my whole frame.
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