122 Madden's Travels in Turkey, tyc. 



tive of the common phenomena of the disease, that we cannot 

 pass it over. He had taken his man with him to a supposed 

 case of apoplexy ; it proved to be the plague. 



" The second day after this, I observed him staggering as he 

 walked, his eyes had the expression of a drunken man's, his features 

 were tumid, and yet he complained not ; 1 asked him in the even- 

 ing if he felt unwell ? he said he .had a cold ; but I perceived he 

 could hardly keep his feet : his pulse was very frequent, but easily 

 compressed and not full, his tongue was of a whitish brown in the 

 centre, with the borders very red. 



" I saw the poor fellow had the plague, and I took him to the 

 hospital. When we arrived there I saw him shudder (and well he 

 might) : he said to me, * Don't you recollect, sir, I said in the 

 Bazaar, that health is above every thing ?' I never was more un- 

 comfortable; I felt as if I was in some sort accessary to his disease. 

 Headach and nausea distressed him from the time he was put to 

 bed ; he shivered frequently, but he said * his heart was burning.' 

 At night two livid spots were discovered on the forearm, with purple 

 streaks, extending to the axilla and terminating in a bubo. His 

 skin was parched and burning, his eye glaring on one object; and 

 when his attention was called off, he talked incoherently, and com- 

 plained of his tongue becoming swelled. His pulse at sunset was 

 one hundred and eighteen, small and obstructed, his features 

 swollen and of a sallow crimson hue ; but next morning his colour 

 was of a darker purple, such as denoted congestion somewhere, 

 strangling the circulation. His regard was constantly fixed on the 

 ceiling, and the low thick muttering of his lips had been incessant 

 during the night. At four o'clock he bounced out of bed, escaped 

 unnoticed, passed the outer door of the hospital, and ran, naked as 

 he was, several yards in the direction of his home ; but here he was 

 overtaken by the people of the pesthouse ; he had just sunk down 

 quite exhausted. The strength of death, which had carried him 

 thus far, was now gone ; and, with the help of two Arabs, he was 

 borne back to his dungeon, (for it deserved no better name,) trail- 

 ing his feet, and his head sunk on his bosom. I saw him two 

 hours after this ; the bubo was the size of a small orange, the two 

 livid spots had become large carbuncles, his eyes were glazed, yet 

 unnaturally brilliant, and his fingers were playing with the bed 

 clothes ; at dusk the rattling of the throat was accompanied with 

 spasms of the muscles of the neck ; these went off, and after a 

 couple of hours, without any apparent suffering, he died." 



The author has his own speculations on the causes of plague, 

 and upon the proper mode of managing it. These, we think, 

 very rational and deserving of mature reflection. His notion 

 is that the plague is essentially of endemial origin, in other 

 words, that the original miasm is formed by some obscure pu- 

 trefactive process, and that the atmosphere is only the medium 



