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several times. I was carried next morning, almost 

 insensible, to a boarding-house, where I am at 

 present, on Broadway. After having been cupped, 

 the pain in my head subsided very much. The 

 physician, Dr. Mott, (a kind and skilful man), 

 began to think I should only have a mild intermit- 

 tent fever, and I yet entertained hopes of sailing in 

 the " Niagara." It is well, however, that she sailed 

 without me ; for, had I taken passage on board that 

 ship, I never should have reached the land alive. 

 After a few days, the fever began to put on a more 

 formidable appearance, and to remit no longer. I 

 had a burning thirst, and an incessant and violent 

 headache. I grew every day worse, and my disease 

 beginning to put on a typhoid form, the physician 

 informed us that, if such should be the case, he 

 could no longer be of any assistance. I found, at 

 last, that I could no longer see anything before me ; 

 and as this, among the many sick that I had seen, 

 was always a forerunner of death, the conviction 

 came over me that my time was now come, and that 

 my life, chequered with joy and sorrow, with good 

 and ill, was now about to be brought to a close. 

 The thought of my dear and interesting family was 

 a sore trial to me. But I called to mind the good- 

 ness of God to many, under like circumstances, and 

 I was comforted by the promise of God, " Leave thy 

 fatherless children, I will preserve them alive, and 

 let thy widows trust in Me." 



I then began to review my own sinful life. I 

 found many failings and imperfections for which 

 I implored the pardon of God, through the mercy 

 of my Saviour. But the review of my life, during 

 my ministry, and particularly during the time 

 I was with you, gave me satisfaction. I felt that 

 more might have been done, but still I also 

 felt that, amid the weaknesses of human nature, 



