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Mr. Sibson & She continued to attend him all day
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and I was comeing back wards afterwards In the
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After noon Mr Tyrrell came & upon my Com-
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-munication to him that Mr. Sibson had purged
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blood all day and asked him the reason of if to
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which he Answerd that there was a lay a blood Vessall
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brok within him And that he was now going as
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fast as if a Pigg was Stick and let run loose upon
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the read and that he could not live four hours And
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upon my daughters asking him of there was no Possible
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relies for it To which he Answerd by asking If it
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was Possible to get to the inside of a Man In
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the evening I sent for one Mr. Tyrrel who Sat
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up all that night by him with my daughter and
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the maid and laid down in the next room &
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about two o Clock my dauter came to my bed side
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and Cryd manner for Godsake Get up for
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Mr. Sibson is dyingI was then informd his
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had a Converlocon felt but when I came he
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was a till better, The continued to grow weaker
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and weaker & I went and laid down again
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And in the morning when I got up the Nurse was
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gone home, I pound him much the same
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and on about four hours Mr. Tyrrell returnd
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and continued with him till the dead about
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half an hour After two o Clock I was in the
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Room & could discern no other Alteration in
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him But growing weaker & weaker & Expired
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guite easieMy dauter was in the Room but
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About half an hour after he died his brother
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came & asking how his brother was, I told him
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he was dead about half an hour To which
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he Replyd he was every glad of it for he was
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releasd out of his MiseryI aske him to go
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up and see his brothers Corps but he would not
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He then asked where Mr. Sibson was I told him She
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