WEDNESDAY, NINE O'CLOCK AT NIGHT
Mrs. Sambre -LRB- Belton 's sister -RRB- had several times proposed to him a minister to pray by him , but the poor man could not , he said , bear the thoughts of one ; for that he should certainly die in an hour or two after ; and he was willing to hope still , against all probability , that he might recover ; and was often asking his sister if she had not seen people as bad as he was , who , almost to a miracle , when every body gave them over , had got up again ? She , shaking her head , told him she had ; but , once saying , that their disorders were of an acute kind , and such as had a crisis in them , he called her Small-hopes , and Job 's comforter ; and bid her say nothing , if she could not say more to the purpose , and what was fitter for a sick man to hear . And yet , poor fellow , he has no hopes himself , as is plain by his desponding terrors ; one of which he fell into , and a very dreadful one , soon after the doctor went . *** WEDNESDAY , NINE O'CLOCK AT NIGHT . The poor man had been in convulsions , terrible convulsions ! for an hour past . O Lord !