●   ●   ●    form among her manuscripts, but it throws light—and lightness—on the experiences of this period: First inquiry— Have you ever written a book? “yes sir,” Show it; the judge takes the book passed to him by the lawyer and this blot upon the bar made eloquent with whiskey holds the book like a cocked pistol drawn upon the plaintiff while he proceeds with a leer—Your Honor, this book is mere bosh, it talks of nothing but God, and how to heal the sick, and how to be rid of sin, and all such nonsense as this. The Judge scowls and lays down the book (the lank lawyer nearly substanceless from the use of tobacco, and the disuse of mind, with ears working ominously, commences again what is your business aint you a doctor, how do you treat the sick?—through mind is the proud response.