him; at the same time he would do nothing for himself. Thursday
evening I begged Dr. Bowie to call in Dr. Warner's assistance,
notwithstanding he assured me there was not one dangerous symptom.
Friday morning they both attended, and both pronounced him in a fair
way of recovery.

"About three o'clock Dr. Eird came, who seemed surprised the
thing had not been done which Dr. Graham himself had been dissatisfied
for the want of the day before. Soon after the medicine was sent; but
O, my dear doctor said it was then too late. In the evening they all
again attended, and insisted there was no danger. Saturday morning he
seemed very easy, and the physicians said he was in a fine way. The
fever was gone; the decoction of bark prescribed; and they said he
would be able to-morrow to take it in substance. I was not now the
least apprehensive of danger, and was very earnest in prayer that the
Lord would sanctify his affliction, and not suffer it to go off
without leaving a sensible effect on his mind. Nay, I even said in my
heart, 'the rod is too soon removed, it will do him no good.' Oh, that
fools will still persist to prescribe to infinite wisdom and goodness.
I was soon severely punished.

"About eleven he took the hiccup. I did not like it, but little
knew it was so dangerous a symptom as I afterwards understood. I sent
for Dr. Bowie, who assured me that though it was a disagreeable
symptom with other attendants, in his case it was of no more
consequence than if he or I were to take it. All that day it was so
moderate that a mouthful of any liquid stopped it, though it always
returned again: he often said it would be his death; but I imagined
the pain it gave him extorted these words from him rather than a sense
of danger, and was much pleased to hear him often pray that the Lord