“My tablets! quick, my tablets!

’Tis meet that I put it down,”

etc.

,

“My tablets! quick, my tablets! ’Tis meet that I put it down,” etc. ,

for now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help to soothe me.