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and ali the way down his neck to the back-bone ; 

 instantly, the headach left him, he fell fast asleep, 

 nor had the pain returned in the morning. But I 

 am afraid, that even this wonderful oil would fail 

 of curing a complaint which was made to me a few 

 days ago. A poor old creature, named Quasheba, 

 made her appearance at my breakfast table, and 

 told me, "that she was almost eighty, had been 

 rather weakly for some time past, and somehow she 

 did not feel as she was by any means right." " Had 

 she seen the doctor ? Did she want physic?" " No, 

 she had taken too much physic already, and the 

 doctor would do her no good ; she did not want to 

 see the doctor." " But what then was her com- 

 plaint?" " Oh ! she had no particular complaint; 

 only she was old and weakly, and did not find 

 herself by any means so well as she used to be, 

 and so she came just to tell massa, and see what 

 he could do to make her quite right again, that 

 was all." In short, she only wanted me to make 

 her young again ! 



April 24. 



Mr. Forbes is dead. When I was last in Jamaica, 

 he had just been poisoned witli corrosive sublimate 

 by a female slave, who was executed in conse- 

 quence. He never was well afterwards ; but as 

 he lived intemperately, the whole blame of his 

 death must not be laid upon the poison. 



