Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron, 1788-1824 -- Last years; Poets, English -- 19th century -- Biography
'With respect to the medicines that were given to my master, I could
not persuade myself that those of a strong purgative nature were the
best adapted for his complaint, concluding that, as he had nothing on
his stomach, the only effect would be to create pain: indeed, this
must have been the case with a person in perfect health. The whole
nourishment taken by my master, for the last eight days, consisted of
a small quantity of broth at two or three different times, and two
spoonfuls of arrowroot on the 18th, the day before his death. The
first time I heard of there being any intention of bleeding his
lordship was on the 15th, when it was proposed by Dr. Bruno, but
objected to at first by my master, who asked Mr. Millingen if there
was any very great reason for taking blood. The latter replied that it
might be of service, but added that it could be deferred till the next
day; and accordingly my master was bled in the right arm on the
evening of the 16th, and a pound of blood was taken. I observed at the
time that it had a most inflamed appearance. Dr. Bruno now began to
say he had frequently urged my master to be bled, but that he always
refused. A long dispute now arose about the time that had been lost,
and the necessity of sending for medical assistance to Zante; upon
which I was informed, for the first time, that it would be of no use,
as my master would be better, or no more, before the arrival of Dr.
Thomas. His lordship continued to get worse: but Dr. Bruno said he
thought letting blood again would save his life; and I lost no time in
telling my master how necessary it was to comply with the doctor's
wishes. To this he replied by saying he feared they knew nothing about
his disorder; and then, stretching out his arm, said, "Here, take my
arm, and do whatever you like." His lordship continued to get weaker;
and on the 17th he was bled twice in the morning, and at two o'clock
in the afternoon. The bleeding at both times was followed by fainting
fits, and he would have fallen down more than once had I not caught
him in my arms. In order to prevent such an accident, I took care not
to let his lordship stir without supporting him. On this day my master
said to me twice, "I cannot sleep, and you well know I have not been
able to sleep for more than a week: I know," added his lordship, "that
a man can only be a certain time without sleep, and then he must go
mad, without anyone being able to save him; and I would ten times
sooner shoot myself than be mad, for I am not afraid of dying--I am
more fit to die than people think." I do not, however, believe that
his lordship had any apprehension of his fate till the day after, the
18th, when he said, "I fear you and Tita will be ill by sitting up
constantly night and day." I answered, "We shall never leave your
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