12 MEMOIHS OF 



the fummer 1770. " Do not weep for my 

 " impending fate/' faid the dying angel, 

 with a fmile of unaffected cheerfulnefs. 

 " In the fhort term of my life, a great 

 " deal of happinefs has been comprifed. 

 " The maladies of my frame were peculiar ; 

 " the pains in my head and ftomach, which 

 " no medicine could eradicate, were fpaf- 

 *' modic and violent ; and required ftronger 

 " meafures to render them fupportable 

 " while they lafted, than my conftitution 

 " could fuftain without injury. The pe- 

 " riods of exemption from thofe pains were 

 " frequently of feveral days duration, and 

 " in my intermiffions I felt no indication 

 " of malady. Pain taught me the value of 

 " eafe, and I enjoyed it with a glow of 

 " fpirit, feldom, perhaps, felt by the habi- 

 *' tually healthy. While Dr. Darwin com- 

 " bated and afluaged my difeafe from time 

 " to time, his indulgence to all my wiflaes, 

 " his active defire to fee me amufed and 



happy, 



