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have hopes of him, but I never saw at any time any real amendment in him. He never could bear the light or had any relish for food. My feelings at times were so severe that even at this distance I fear to renew them. 3rd of 9th mo. reverting again to the unpleasant subject of my son's illness, I ought to mention that I think it was the 7th day before his death that I thinking he would not recover and seeing him in distress from illness, I took an opportunity of his being sensible and recommended him to put his trust in the Almighty under his affliction. He immediately replied that his trust was in Jesus, in a very weak voice, and perhaps he was never more quite himself after. I think it was a night or two before that he was so delirious that he took me for a policeman, preventing him form getting up, which I was doing and vexed him, so that I had in great distress to leave him to the housekeeper a nice friend (I don't now recollect her name) and went to lie on the bed in great distress. But on going to him about 5 o'clock in the morning, I found him quieter and rather better. He was very ill all first day before he died, and being exhausted I lay on a bed in the room with him, listening to him rambling and talking, always supposing he was in the shop selling things, or on the Railway. While I was on the bed Drs marsh and Eustace was in the room. I dad not speak to them they supposing that I was asleep, but I saw plainly that they had no hopes for him. When they went I got up and staid with him to the last. He was rambling the whole night as if busy selling tea and coffee in the shop, until about an hour before he died, which was about 7 o'clock on 2nd day morning the 5th of the 10th mo. 1835. Often did I tell him when he understood me that when he would be better I would

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