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matter's bed, was fhedding tears at hearing all this, which 
Lee Boo obferving, rebuked him for his weaknefs, afking, 
Why JJoould he be crying fo becaufe Lee Boo die f 
Whatever he felt, his fpirit was above complaining *, and 
Mrs. Wilson’s chamber being adjoining to his own, he 
often called out to inquire if fhe was better, always adding, 
lett file might flitter any difquietude on his account, Lee 
Boo do well , Mother . The fmali-pox, which had been out 
eight or nine days, not rifing, he began to feel himfelf fink, 
and told Mr. Sharp he was going away . His mind, however, 
remained perfectly clear and calm to the laft, though what 
he fuffered in the latter part of his exiftence was fevere 
indeed ; the ftrength of his conftitution ftrnggled long and 
hard again ft the venom of his diftemper, till exhaufted na¬ 
ture yielded in the conteft. 
Dr. Smyth had the goodnefs, every day on his return 
from Rotherhithe, to inform me of the ftate of his 
patient, but never gave me any hope of his recovery. 
Being under an engagement, with my family, to pafs a 
week at the houfe of my friend, Mr. Brook Watson, at 
Sheen , (who was equally anxious and alarmed as ourfelves for 
this amiable young man) I requefted the Dodtor would have 
the goodnefs to continue to me his information.—The fecond 
day after I left town, I received the intelligence of his death, 
which deeply affedted us all.—I cannot give an account of 
this melancholy event fo well as by tranfcribing Dr. Smyth’s 
letter, by which it was conveyed to me. 
MY 
