At the fourth week the soup was given up; dialyzed iron was substituted for all other forms.  June 4, electricity was given up.  The malt was continued until June 20.

May 6, Mr. D. weighed in heavy winter dress one hundred and twenty-five pounds; June 20, in the lightest summer garb, he weighed one hundred and thirty-three pounds; in August his weight rose to one hundred and forty pounds, and he has continued to gain.  When last I saw him, a year later, he was strong and well, had no cough, and had ceased to be what he had been for years—­a delicate man.

I am indebted to the late Professor Goodell for the following case, which I never saw, but which was carried on with every detail of my treatment.  As the testimony of an admirable observer, it is valuable evidence.  Professor Goodell writes as follows: 

“Some four years ago, Mrs. Y., a very highly intelligent lady, from a neighboring city, came to consult me.  She suffered dreadfully at each monthly period, and had constant ovarian pains and a wearying backache, which kept her on a lounge most of the day.  She was also barren, and altogether in a pitiable condition.  After a two months’ treatment she returned home very much better, and soon after conceived.  As pregnancy advanced, many of her old symptoms came back, but it was hoped that maternity would rid her of them.  The shock of the labor, however, proved too great for her already shattered nervous system.  She became far more wretched than before, and again sought my advice.

“At this time I found all her old pains and aches running riot.  She got no relief from them night or day without large doses of chloral.  The slightest exertion, such as sewing, writing, and reading for a few minutes, greatly wearied her.  Even the simple mental effort of casting up the weekly housekeeping expenses of a very small household upset her, and she had to give it up.  The act of walking one of our blocks, or of going down a short flight of stairs, or of riding for an hour in a well-padded carriage, gave her such ’unspeakable agony’—­to use her own words—­that she would have an hysterical attack of screams and tears.  So emotional had this constant nerve-strain made her that she could not sustain an ordinary conversation without giving way to tears.  Much of her time was spent in bed; in fact, she was practically bedridden.

“I tried in vain to wean her from her anodynes, and failed altogether in doing her any good, although many remedies were resorted to, and various modes of treatment adopted.  Finally, in sheer despair, I put her to bed, and began your treatment of rest, with electricity, massage, and frequent feeding.  The first trace of improvement showed itself in a greater self-control, and in a lessening of her aches and pains.  Next, smaller doses of the anodyne were needed, until it was wholly withheld.  Then she began to pick up an appetite, which, towards the close of the treatment, became so keen that, between