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with cholera; others with black vomit, and others of 
decided yellow fever. There were a few instances of 
some who departed this life with very little pain, or 
bad symptoms. They felt unwell; they went to bed ; 
they had an idea that they would not get better, 
and they expired in a kind of slumber. It was sad 
in the extreme to see the bodies placed in the streets 
at the close of day, to be ready for the dead-carts 
as they passed along. 
* Plurima perque vias, sternuntur inertia passim 
Corpora.” 
The dogs howled fearfully during the night. All 
was gloom and horror in every street; and you 
might see the vultures on the strand, tugging at the 
bodies which were washed ashore by the eastern 
wind. It was always said that 50,000 people left the 
city at the commencement of the pestilence; and 
that 14,000 of those who remained in it fell victims 
to the disease. 
There was an intrigue going on at court, or the 
interest of certain powerful people, to keep the port 
of Malaga closed, long after the city had been de- 
clared free from the disorder; so that none of the 
vessels in the mole could obtain permission to de- 
part for their destination. 
In the mean time, the city was shaken with earth- 
quakes; shock succeeding shock, till we all imagined 
that a catastrophe awaited us similar to that which 
had taken place at Lisbon. The pestilence killed 
you by degrees ; and its approaches were sufficiently 
slow, in general, to enable you to submit to it with 
firmness and resignation. But the idea of being 
