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<p n="175"> <note type="authorial" place="margin">4th 1762<lb></lb>
April 11th</note>
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Sure, but he is a Young man & can enduce a great<lb></lb>
dale, and his brother at<rs type="placeName" id="LMSMPS50510_geo90"> Windsor</rs>
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was So, And<lb></lb>
further told one he was So ill for 4 Years that<lb></lb>
he was called, The Walking Ghost of Windsor<lb></lb>
and yet got the better of itAnd further said<lb></lb>
That there was a man kill'd by Accident at <rs type="placeName" id="LMSMPS50510_geo91">Chelsea</rs>
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& upon his being Openda Part of his Lungs had<lb></lb>
been decays & gone Owing to a Consumption he had<lb></lb>
had, a great many Years before, and Yet was<lb></lb>
on Perfect health at the time of his death<lb></lb>
Yet Mr. Tyell for what reason God only Knows)<lb></lb>
was of Opencon that Mr. Sibson had no need of any<lb></lb>
Physician And upon my urgeing that a Physician<lb></lb>
was Absolutely necessary, as I thot Mr. Sibson was<lb></lb>
or dead man my daughter was very Angry wt<lb></lb>
me and said I was a fine Comforter & Cryd I<lb></lb>
answerd her; well my dear, I shall Trouble my head<lb></lb>
no more about it And when Mr. Tyrell went<lb></lb>
down Stairs She again begg his opinion, whether<lb></lb>
a Physician was necessary And he Again gave<lb></lb>
it in the Negative, unless it were her Particular<lb></lb>
desire to have oneThis She told me when<lb></lb>
he was gone away Being myself much in-<lb></lb>
-dispos'd I did not Till with Mr. Sibson always<lb></lb>
out when I went to enquire of him self how he<lb></lb>
was, found him to weak that he Spoke with<lb></lb>
uncaseness, very low, nor card to Speak to<lb></lb>
any bodybut Sat groaning in his Chaer</p>
<p n="176">At length by Over faligue & Want of Piefty my<lb></lb>
daughter got a Violent Cold attended with a Treveal in<lb></lb>
So much that she was light headed all one night<lb></lb>
and on the money Mr. Tyrrell call'd upon them, and<lb></lb>
desire'd she might not get up but take waom<lb></lb>
things and she would be better On this account<lb></lb>
bad as I was, I found my self under a necessity to<lb></lb>
be with them all day to give them such things<lb></lb>
as they wanted, as the maid had set up the might<lb></lb>
before</p>
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