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C HAP. and coffin were ordered for my burial on the 17th, whicb. 



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,^ _ , flie had prevented by dropping upon her knees to im- 

 plore a delay ; that fhe had difpatched a black to her 

 aunt at Fauconberg for wine-vinegar, and a bottle of 

 old Rhenifh, with the firft of which Ihe had conftantly 

 bathed my temples, wrifts, and feet, by keeping without 

 intermiflian five wet hankerchiefs tied about them, while 

 with a tea-fpoon fhe had found means to make me fwal- 

 low a few drops of the wine mulled ; that I had lain 

 • motionlefs during all that time ; while fhe had day and 

 night, by the help of Quacoo and an old negro, attended 

 me, ftill hoping for my recovery: for which fhe now 

 thanked her God. To all this I could only anfwer by the 

 tear of fympathy that flarted from my eyes, and a feeble 

 fqueeze of my hand. % 



I had, however, the good fortune to recover, but fo 

 flowly that, notwithftanding the great care that was taken 

 of me by that excellent young woman, (to whom alone 

 i owed my life) it was the 15th of June before I could 

 walk by myfelf, during all which time I was carried on 

 a fpecies of chair by two negroes, fupported on two 

 poles like a fedan, and fed like an infant, being fo lame 

 and enervated that I was not able to bring my hand to 

 my mouth ; while poor Joanna (who had fufFered too 

 much on my account) was for feveral days following 

 very ill herfelf. 



Great Was the change from what I had been but fo 

 fhortly before— then the moft healthy and moll happy 



in 



