514  Memoir  of  Prof .  Wrn.  Procter,  Jr.  {^ov.^mf"* 
they  were  invited  to  dine  with  one  of  the  Friends,  and  on  this  occa- 
sion, Isaac  Procter  met  with  the  lady  who  afterwards  became  his  wife. 
On  their  pedestrian  journey,  several  certificates  were  given  to 
them,  commending  them  to  the  notice  of  Friends.  One,  a  circular 
letter  from  John  Pemberton  and  Samuel  Emlen,  Jr.,  and  one  which 
we  transcribe  as  follows  : 
"  I  recommend  the  bearer  hereof,  Isaac  Procter,  to  the  friendly  notice  of 
such  persons  as  he  may  fall  in  with  in  the  course  of  his  journey  to  New 
York,  he  being  lately  arrived  from  London,  and  not  having  been  io  the  city  of 
Philadelphia,  or  in  any  infected  place,  may  safely  be  suffered  to  pass  without 
interruption. 
"(Signed),  NICHOLAS  WALN, 
"  Walnville,  a  miles  from  Philadelphia,  (on  high  ground, 
and  in  a  pure  air,)  Tenth  mo.  2d,  1793." 
On  the  same  paper  is  written  a  recommendation  to  the  like  effect, 
signed  by  Robert  Wain,  dated  at  Frankford,  3d  October,  1793. 
On  arriving  in  New  York,  they  delivered  their  letters  of  intro- 
duction and  soon  found  employment.  In  a  short  time,  however,  the 
yellow  fever  appeared  in  that  city,  and  by  its  devastations,  caused 
such  alarm,  that  all  who  could,  left  the  city. 
One  of  the  young  men  who  boarded  in  the  same  house  with  him 
was  taken  with  the  fever ;  the  mistress  of  the  house  was  unwilling  to 
remain,  and  on  ascertaining  that  Isaac  Procter  would  not  leave  the 
sick  man,  she  showed  him  where  to  find  articles  which  might  be 
needed  in  the  house,  and  took  her  departure.  In  the  treatment  of 
yellow  fever  at  that  time,  warm  drink  only  was  allowed  to  the  patient ; 
this  sufferer  had  been  asking  for  cold  water,  which  was  strictly  pro- 
hibited. "  One  evening,  his  medical  attendant  announced  that  he 
could  not  live  longer  than  till  morning.  After  the  doctor's  depar- 
ture, the  patient  called  Isaac  Procter,  and  said,  1 1  heard  every  word 
the  doctor  said — I  cannot  live  many  hours — and  now  attend  to  my 
dying  request :  let  me  have  as  much  cold  water  as  I  want.'  6  Can  thee 
drink  a  quart  ?  '  was  asked.  4 1  will  try  !  '  was  the  answer.  A  quart 
mug  was  filled  at  the  pump,  and  this,  with  nearly  a  tumblerful  more, 
was  disposed  of.  The  pillows  were  then  arranged,  several  blankets 
piled  on,  and  the  nurse  sat  down  to  watch  the  effect  of  the  new  pre- 
scription. In  a  short  time  the  patient  was  sleeping,  the  first  sleep 
for  many  nights.  In  the  morning,  the  doctor  came,  not  expecting  to 
find  him  alive ;  he  was  still  sleeping,  the  fever  gone,  and  his  bed  wet 
