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back, among the Chiefs j and requested that veryparticular care might be taken of the blue glassbarrels on pedestals, which he directed shouldbe given to the King.

Poor Tom Rose, who stood at the foot ofhis young master’s bed , was Redding tears athearing ail this , which Lee Boo observing,rebuked him for his weakness, asking, Wayshould he be crying so because Lee Boo die?

Whatever he felt, his spirit was above'Com-plaining ; and Mrs. Wilson’s chamber beingadjoining to his own, he often called out to in-quire if she was better, always adding, lest shemight suffer any disquietude on his account,Lee Boo do-well, Mother. The small pox, whichhad been out eight or nine days, not rising, hebegan to feel himself sink, and told Mr. Sharphe was going away. His mind, however, remainedperfectly clear and calm to the last, though whathe suffered in the latter part of his existence wassevere indeed-, the strength of his constitutionstruggled long and hard against the venom ofhis distemper, till exhausted nature yielded iqthe contest.

Dr. Smyth had the goodness, every day onhis return from Rotiierhithe, to inform meof the state of his patient , but never gave meany hope of bis recovery. Being under an en-gagement, with my family, to pass a week atthe house of.my friend, Mr. Brook Watson,at Sheen, (who was equally anxious and alarmedas ourselves for this amiable young man) I re-

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