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LORD WOODHOUSELEE. 549 



" I have this day (says he) completed my forty-eighth year, 

 and the best part of my life is gone. When I look back on 

 what is past, I am humbly grateful for the singular blessings 

 I have enjoyed. All indeed that can render life of value, 

 " has been mine. Health, and peace of mind;— easy, and even 

 " affluent circumstances ; — domestic happiness ; — kind and af- 

 " fectionate relations ; — sincere and cordial friends ; — a good 

 *' name j — and, I trust in God, a good conscience. What 

 " therefore on earth have I more to desire ? Nothing ; but if 

 ** He that gave, so please, and if it be not presumption in me 

 " to pray, — a continuance of those blessings. Yet, if it should 

 " be otherwise, let me not repine. I bow to His commands, 

 " who alone knows what is best for his creatures ; and I say 

 ** with the excellent Grotius, 



" Hactenus i:>ta: latet sors indeprensa futuri ; 



Scit, qui sollicitum me vetat esse, Decs. 



Due genitor me magne ! Sequar, quocunque vocabor, 



Seu Tu la?ta mihi, seu mihi dura, paras. — 



Sistis in hac vita ? Maneo, partesque tuebor 



Quas dederis. Revocas, Optime ? Promptus eo.'" 



The melancholy change for which Mr Tytler seems thus to 

 have prepared his mind, was soon to take place. In the au- 

 tumn of the year 1795, he was seized with a long and dange- 

 rous fever, accompanied with delirium, and tending frequently 

 to relapse. Under the anxious care of his friend and physi- 

 cian Dr Gregory, he recovered from the fever ; but in one of 

 the paroxysms of the disease, he had the misfortune to rupture 

 some of the blood-vessels of the bladder, — an accident which 

 not only protracted his recovery at the time, but which threa- 

 tened to degenerate into one of the most painful diseases to 

 which the human frame is subject. 



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