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I assisted him that night to his room and saw him comfortably in bed. Mr Murphy called after he had retired and went up to see him--Harriet was ill herself and had been unable to come and see him at all during his illness.

On Thursday morning, Father prayed with him as he had done every morning since he was first taken, and as he left him remarked to him what a good opportunity that thee had of meditating on religious things when all around him was so quiet and there was so little to distract his attention "Oh Father!" Natty replied, "you don't know how much I think!" -- I again assisted him to rise as I also did the two morning following, and carried up his meals most of the time--In the course of the morning he sent to the Doctor to know what he might eat. The Doctor ought to have replied in person but instead of so doing sent back word that he might eat whatever he chose. Poor Natty! he was so afraid of injuring himself that he did not eat as much as he should have done and however much he might wish it would not touch anything between meals, from a very mistaken idea that it might be hurtful, when in all probability it would have proved more beneficial than anything else -- I fear we all depnded too much on a careless and ignorant physician.

Oh! How important it is to know in whom we trust!

We have no excuse for a blind confidence in one whom do not know - to be worthy, and when God permits us to eat

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