there in a state equally
corrupt of mind & body
(if I may phrase it so).
One leg was amputated
and for nearly 3 weeks he was
literally kept alive on
Champagne wine alone.
[I have never seen such
another case.] When he
recovered, as there was
not a soul to take any
charge of him, I brought
him home with me,
with two other boys,
one a Russian, both of
whom have turned out
admirably.
Alas for poor William
Jones. And yet not alas!