CHARLES WATEKTON, ESQ. 



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eyes, and gradually arose — I may remark, from 

 my expected ruins. 



I must now say a word or two of the externals 

 damaged by the fall with the ladder. 



Notwithstanding the best surgical skill, my arm 

 shewed the appearance of stiff and withered deform- 

 ity at the end of three months from the accident. 

 And now, my general state of health was not as it 

 ought to be; — for incessant pain prevented sleep, 

 whilst food itself did little good. But, my slumbers 

 were strangely affected. I was eternally fighting 

 wild beasts, with a club in one hand, the other 

 being bound up at my breast. Nine bull-dogs 

 one night attacked me on the highroad, some of 

 them having the head of a crocodile. I had now 

 serious thoughts of having the arm amputated. 

 This operation was fully resolved upon, when 

 luckily, the advice of my trusty gamekeeper (John 

 Ogden) rendered it unnecessary. 



One morning, " Master," said he to me, " I'm 

 sure your are going to the grave. You'll die to 

 a certainty. Let me go for our old bone-setter. 

 He cured me, long ago — and perhaps he can cure 

 you." 



It was on the twenty-fifth of March, then, alias 

 Lady- day, which every catholic in the universe 

 knows is a solemn festival in honor of the blessed 



