THE SMALL HOURS.
There is no period at which the real actual bodily wretchedness of a man who is inclined to despair is so complete as during the eatly hours of a cold dawn after a long and sleepless night. Reaction and depression are then the strongest, and the very thought of anew day is sufficient to make the idea of life seem insupportable even in cases where menial anguish is not extreme. Even to the exceptionally healthy, to the exceptionally happy, there is something unspeakably dreary about the hour* immediately preceding sunrise, when they are numbed with cold and sleeplessness—it is, in very fact, the hour of death, when more souls take tlieir departure from e uth than at any other hour of the twenty-four.
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Thames Guardian and Mining Record, Volume I, Issue 240, 16 July 1872, Page 3
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