by his surgeon to be in the most emminent Danger. "Good God!
(said I) you dont say so? Why what in the name of Heaven will
become of all the Victuals! We shall never be able to eat it
while it is good. However, we'll call in the Surgeon to help us.
I shall be able to manage the Sir-loin myself, my Mother will eat
the soup, and You and the Doctor must finish the rest." Here I
was interrupted, by seeing my poor Sister fall down to appearance
Lifeless upon one of the Chests, where we keep our Table linen.
I immediately called my Mother and the Maids, and at last we
brought her to herself again; as soon as ever she was sensible,
she expressed a determination of going instantly to Henry, and
was so wildly bent on this Scheme, that we had the greatest
Difficulty in the World to prevent her putting it in execution;
at last however more by Force than Entreaty we prevailed on her
to go into her room; we laid her upon the Bed, and she continued
for some Hours in the most dreadful Convulsions. My Mother and I
continued in the room with her, and when any intervals of
tolerable Composure in Eloisa would allow us, we joined in
heartfelt lamentations on the dreadful Waste in our provisions
which this Event must occasion, and in concerting some plan for
getting rid of them. We agreed that the best thing we could do
was to begin eating them immediately, and accordingly we ordered
up the cold Ham and Fowls, and instantly began our Devouring Plan
on them with great Alacrity. We would have persuaded Eloisa to
have taken a Wing of a Chicken, but she would not be persuaded.
She was however much quieter than she had been; the convulsions
she had before suffered having given way to an almost perfect
Insensibility. We endeavoured to rouse her by every means in our
power, but to no purpose. I talked to her of Henry. "Dear
Eloisa (said I) there's no occasion for your crying so much about