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Monday.
10 P.M.

After repeated sweat baths and morphine
sleeps I have worn myself nearly
into working harness, our little party
do all that they can for each other and
there are as yet none of the descensions
which sickness so often induces among
over crowded companions.

Mr. Goodfellow, who has for
some time been relieved from all duty
and allowed to make himself entirely
at home, has again broken out with
his unfortunate temper. There have
been no restrictions of late, not even our
domestic regulations placed upon Mr. Goodfellow.
I tried to make him perfectly
happy wishing to try for Tom's sake
a last experiment. His duties I took
upon myself, and arduous as they were
took them cheerfully feeling that by this
course I saved him and us from his
personal assaults and bickering, upon
& with his messmages. No use!
The man is no gentleman! I have been
cheated deceived - he is low - ungallant,
and petty in his impulses I cast him
off. He has deceived Tom, deceived me,
degraded himself.

Poor Brooks is as single minded
and faithful a man as I ever knew.
His simplicity & harmlessness make it
impossible for him to give offence, and
his want of education makes him open
to a sort of feeling which any cultivated
or generous mind would recognize as
a claim upon its sympathy and
forbearance.

This poor - I now think [debased?]