persuade you to take some of this cordial julap. I will leave you, if
you will not oblige me.

He then readily took it; but said he could have sworn that Tom. Metcalfe
had been in the room, and had drawn him out of bed by the throat,
upbraiding him with the injuries he had first done his sister, and then
him, in the duel to which he owed that fever which cost him his life.

Thou knowest the story, Lovelace, too well, to need my repeating it: but,
mercy on us, if in these terrible moments all the evils we do rise to our
frighted imaginations!--If so, what shocking scenes have I, but still
what more shocking ones hast thou, to go through, if, as the noble poet
says,

If any sense at that sad time remains!

The doctor ordered him an opiate this morning early, which operated so
well, that he dosed and slept several hours more quietly than he had done
for the two past days and nights, though he had sleeping-draughts given
him before. But it is more and more evident every hour that nature is
almost worn out in him.


***


Mowbray, quite tired with this house of mourning, intends to set out in
the morning to find you. He was not a little rejoiced to hear you were
in town; I believe to have a pretence to leave us.