Experience of a Collegian

At the close of three years of arduous college work, in the spring of 1893, after repeated threatenings warded off by will-power, I collapsed with nervous prostration, but looked to the summer vacation to rest me as it had always partially done before. Being no better in the autumn, but rather worse, I began treatment with a physician who was a Harvard graduate, a lecturer in the Medical College here. I was told that it would take a year to cure me, and as, at the end of four months, the conditions had not even started toward betterment, we decided to make a change.

The new doctor said that it would take him, or any one else, three years to restore my health, and for over a year I took his medicine every two hours, but at the end was so far worse that he ordered me to bed, for he said it was impossible to keep any one with my will-power and energy from overdoing constantly. The claim then called itself prolapsus uteri, with other complications, and we consulted a specialist who was connected with a college here.

"God is my Life, Health, and Strength"
February 23, 1899

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