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as the symptoms of it appeared, lie put his 
hand beneath the bed-clothes, to feel her 1 — r— 
pulse, that she might not be chilled by his re- 
moving them ; and he believed that her fever was 
thus communicated to him. After this painful 
journey, Mr. Howard returned to Cherson, and 
the lady died. 
It had been almost his daily custom, at a 
certain hour, to visit Admiral Priestman; when, 
with his usual attention to regularity, he would 
place his watch upon the table, and pass 
exactly an hour with him in conversation. The 
Admiral, observing that he failed in his usual 
visits, went to see him, and found him weak 
and ill, sitting before a stove in his bed-room. 
Having inquired after his health, Mr. Howard 
replied, that his end was approaching very fast ; 
that he had several things to say to his friend; 
and thanked him for having called. The 
Admiral, finding him in such a melancholy mood, 
endeavoured to turn the conversation, imagining 
the whole might be the effect of his low spirits ; 
but Mr. Howard soon assured him it was other- 
wise; and added, “ Priestman, you style this a 
very dull conversation, and endeavour to divert 
my mind from dwelling upon death : but I en- 
tertain very different sentiments. Death has 
no terrors for me : it is an event I always look 
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