. Passages from the diary of a late physician . limbs arequivering as though they would fallfrom him ? See—see—how they arenow struck out, and plunging about,his hands clutching convulsively at thecarpet—scarcely a trace of humanityin his distorted features—as if thisgreat and good man were the sport ofa demon ! Oh, gracious God! can we donothing to help him ? I enquired, sud-denly approaching him, almost stifled with my emotions. Mr. E did not seem conscious of our approach ;but lay rather quieter, groaning, Oh—oh—oh—that it would please Godto dismiss me from my sufferings ! My dear, dear Mr.
. Passages from the diary of a late physician . limbs arequivering as though they would fallfrom him ? See—see—how they arenow struck out, and plunging about,his hands clutching convulsively at thecarpet—scarcely a trace of humanityin his distorted features—as if thisgreat and good man were the sport ofa demon ! Oh, gracious God! can we donothing to help him ? I enquired, sud-denly approaching him, almost stifled with my emotions. Mr. E did not seem conscious of our approach ;but lay rather quieter, groaning, Oh—oh—oh—that it would please Godto dismiss me from my sufferings ! My dear, dear Mr. E , ex-claimed Dr. D , excessively agi-tated, can we do nothing for you ?Cant we be of any service to you ? Oh, none, none, none ! he groaned,in tones expressive of utter hopeless-ness. For more than a quarter of anhour did this victim of disease continuewrithing on the floor, and we standingby, physicians of no value ! Theviolence of the paroxysm abated atlength, and again we stooped, for thepurpose of raising him and carrying. For more than a quarter of an hour did this victim of disease continue writhing on the floor. THE MARTYR PHILOSOPHER. 173 him to the sofa; but he motioned usoff, exclaiming so faintly as to bealmost inaudible, No, no, thank you—I must not be moved for this hour,and when I am, it must be to bed.—• Then we will bid you good-evening,and pray to God you may be better inthe morning.—Yes—yes; better—better; good—good-by,; he mutteredindistinctly. • Masters falling asleep, gentlemen,as he always does after these fits, saidJoseph, who had his arms round hissuffering masters neck. We, of course, left immediately, and met Miss E in the passage, muffled in her shawl,and sobbing as if she would break herheart. Dr. D told me, as we were driving home, that, about two years ago, E made a weeks stay with him; and that, on one occasion, heendured agonies of such dreadful in-tensity as nothing could abate, or inany measure alleviate, but tw
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