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from the letter of Rev. Mr Jones, his companion in travel, that Mr R. did not consider himself sick until the 6th instant, the day they left Mardin, a city about fifty miles south of this, although he had for two or three weeks previous had little appetite, and sometimes complained of chilliness. At their noon lunch that day, when he made his last entry in his journal, he complained of being very chilly, although he had three coats on, and was sitting in the sun, and had his servant holding an umbrella to protect him from the wind. From that place they had ridden on only about two hours, when, as Mr R. still felt cold and somewhat ill, it was thought best that they turn aside to a village called Zahnkir, to spend the night and Sabbath. They hoped that by taking some thoroughwort or sagetea to induce perspiration that night, and resting the next day, he would be well, and able to proceed to Diarbekir on Monday the 8th. But Monday came, and he was not well-had suffered much pain in right side and shoulder, and had some feverishness. Mr Jones administered some medicine to him, (very suitable to his condition, I think,) and it operated favourably, and the next morning he was much better. It was decided that Mr Jones go on with one servant and zabtier to Diarbekir that day (and inform me of Mr R.'s sickness, so that I could go down to meet him), leaving Mr R., with the other servant, and zabtier, and carterjees, to start two or three hours after sunrise, when the morning frost would have disappeared. hoped to be able to proceed five or six hours that day, and the following to reach this city. That evening Mr Jones came, and to our great surprise Mr R. came not with him. He immediately told us that he left Mr R. ill a few hours out, but that he was much better that morning, and hoped he would be able to come easily the one day's journey in two.

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"In the morning, after breakfast, with our good Deacon Shimas, I rode down the river on the road to Mardin, hoping to meet Mr Righter three or four hours from the city. It was a clear, lovely day, like pleasant October days in N. E., and the road was excellent. We had proceeded about three and one-half hours, when we met Mr Righter's servant, carterjees, and baggage. We asked where Mr R. was. They said he had gone on before with the cavass or zabtier, and were surprised that we had not met him. We concluded he had taken another road, and turning, followed on after him. At the village of Cahby-kir, we overtook him. He had stopped to rest a few moments, and was standing before a house with a crowd of natives around him. As I rode up, I was struck with his unusual slowness in greeting me. He did not seem particularly weak, but spoke and moved like a man benumbed with cold. He said he had come very easily, and was not much fatigued. He was sipping a little brandy and water, which he said he found much to refresh him. I asked him if he would not go into a house, and lie down awhile before proceeding. He thought it unnecessary and not desirable, particularly as it might make us late in reaching the city. Soon we mounted and rode quietly on. He was on an Arab horse, which he bought in Mosul, and which he said carried him with very little motion and jar. He was very glad to be informed that several letters for him had arrived since he went to Mosul, and said he had anticipated having a feast of letters when he reached Diarbekir. When we were about a mile and a half from the city we were met by Mr Walker and Mr Jones, whom he was much pleased to see, and thanked for coming to meet him.

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"It was nearly four o'clock when we reached my house. We took him immediately up into our parlour, and he sat for awhile by the stove in the rocking-chair, before having his overcoats, riding-boots, and hat taken off, fearing he might take cold if his outer clothing was removed too suddenly. He then walked about the room a minute or two, and, at my request, laid down upon a lounge. Soon I brought the letters to him, and he looked them all over, and said he knew from whom each one came, by the handwriting and postmarks. He then laid them aside, saying he was then too much fatigued to read them. Mrs N. then brought him a cup of tea and soda crackers, and he sat up by the table. I had brought to him also a wash-bowl, &c., but he seemed not to have resolution sufficient either to wash, or take the tea even; and requested me to allow them to stand by him a little while. After sitting awhile he seemed to revive, washed, drank his tea, and proposed to go down to dine with us, but did not go, as I thought it would be too much for him in his exhausted state. Soon I asked him to the bedroom adjoining the parlour, and he laid down, saying he felt very grateful for such a comfortable bed and pleasant room. I was with him all the evening, and though he did not sleep, he seemed to be resting. He had considerable fever, as he said he had had for three or four nights previous. At eleven o'clock he thought he needed nothing more, and should sleep: and as Mr Jones was to sleep in the same room, and his servant in an adjoining one, he said it was entirely unnecessary for me to sit up longer, and he begged I would retire. I did so.

"Early in the morning (Thursday) I went to his room, and he seemed much better, had slept considerable, and

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his fever had abated. He continued thus till ten o'clock, when he began to have pain, first in his side, then in his back, and then all over. He said, 'Doctor, something is wrong something has given way within.' Soon he was relieved of the pain, and seemed quite easy. I was with him all the forenoon, endeavouring to ascertain as definitely as possible the nature and state of his disease. I at first suspected it might be disease of the liver; and upon examination I found there was a slight en'argement, just below the ribs, on the right side. Not long before now, as I was sitting by him, he said, 'Doctor, I think I ought to tell you I am deranged; but you need not mention it to others.' I thought that perhaps want of sleep and nervous exhaustion had brought his mind into such a state, and that it would soon pass away. A little before noon I had occasion to leave the room for a few minutes, and upon returning I found Mr Jones sprinkling water upon his face. He said that Mr R. was taken with shivering and trembling, and seemed to faint. As I came up to the bed, I saw he was still trembling, and his lips were moving as if in prayer. Just then he seemed to faint, saying, 'I am going, I am going.' I applied some spirits of camphor to his nose, and he revived, saying, ‘Lord, I will repent.' The servant told me that while I was out before noon, Mr R. was much engaged in earnest prayer. For six or eight hours from this time he answered none of our questions, although he turned his eyes sometimes towards the person who addressed him. All this time I was with him, and felt exceedingly anxious for him. I looked upon the shivering I had seen as an indication that the inflammation of the liver had resulted in suppuration, and an abscess was being formed; and then

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he could not probably live many days. I thought that he probably, too, had a presentiment that his time was short, and that he was endeavouring by meditation and prayer to secure a preparation for the great change that awaited him; and during these hours, many, many were the prayers I offered that our heavenly Father would be near to comfort and sustain him as he approached the valley of the shadow of death. In the evening he had several naps, and each one in succession longer than the one preceding. At nearly ten o'clock he awoke from a quiet sleep of more than half-an-hour, and seemed to be himself again. He said he had been in a trance. He had known all that we had said to him, but was unable to answer our questions. We then moved him into the parlour, where we had prepared a bed for him. He sat up nearly a half-hour, and conversed quite freely, and then laid down. He seemed very comfortable, and said, 'All is peace and joy.' At a late hour I left him, with one of his faithful servants to watch with him, and Mr Jones sleeping in the same room. He had not as much fever as the previous night, and slept considerable. Next morning (Friday) at five o'clock I went in to see him, and he said, 'Doctor, I have had some refreshing sleep, and am much better; will you please to bring me those letters from my dear friends, I think I am able to read them now.' I brought them, and he opened and read them all, excepting one, which he said he knew contained nothing but a draft on Baring Brothers, I think. In the letters from his two brothers he seemed much interested; and he told me they contained good news from his faroff home-which to him was like cold water to a thirsty After breakfast, we had family prayers in the

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