CHAPTER XV These meditations did not enfeeble my resolution or slacken my pace. In proportion as I drew near the city, the tokens of its calamitous condition became more apparent. Every farmhouse was filled with supernumerary tenants, fugitives from home, and haunting the skirts of the road eager to detain every passenger with inquiries after news. The passengers were numerous, for the tide of emigration was by no means exhausted. Some were on foot, bearing in their countenances the tokens of their recent terror, and filled with mournful reflections on the forlornness of their new state. Two had secured to themselves an asylum. Some were without means of paying for victuals or lodging for the coming night. Others who were not thus destitute yet knew not, wither to apply for entertainment, every house being already overstocked with inhabitants, or barring its inhospitable doors at their approach. Families of weeping mothers and dismayed children, attended with a few pieces of indispensable furniture, were carried in vehicles of every form. The parent or husband had perished, and the price of some movable or the pittance handed forth by public charity had been expended to purchase the means of retiring from this theatre of disasters, though uncertain and hopeless of accommodation in the neighboring districts. Between these and the fugitives whom curiosity had led to the road, dialogues frequently took place to which I was suffered to listen. From every mouth the tale of sorrow was repeated with new aggravations. Pictures of their own distress, or of that of their neighbors, were exhibited in all the hues which imagination can annex to pestilence and poverty. My preconceptions of the evil now appeared to have fallen short of the truth. The dangers into which I was rushing seemed more numerous and imminent than I had previously imagined. I wavered not in my purpose. A panic crept to my heart which more vehement exertions were necessary to subdue or control, but I harbored not a momentary doubt that the course which I had taken was prescribed by duty. There was no difficulty or reluctance in proceeding. All for which my efforts were demanded was to walk in this path without tumult or alarm. Various circumstances had hindered me from setting out upon this journey as early as was proper. My frequent pauses to listen to the narratives of travellers contributed likewise to procrastination. The sun had nearly set before I reached the precincts of the city. I pursued the track which I had formerly taken and entered High Street after nightfall. Instead of equipages and a throng of passengers, the voice of levity and glee which I had formerly observed and which the mildness of the seasoned wood at other times have produced, I found nothing but a dreary solitude. The marketplace and each side of this magnificent avenue were illuminated as before by lamps, but between the verge of school-kill and the heart of the city I met not more than a dozen figures and these were ghost-like, wrapped in cloaks from behind which they cast upon me glances of wonder and suspicion, and as I approached changed their course to avoid touching me. Their clothes were sprinkled with vinegar and their nostrils defended from contagion by some powerful perfume. I cast a look upon the houses which I recollected to have formerly been at this hour brilliant with lights resounding with lively voices and thronged with busy faces. Now they were closed above and below, dark, without tokens of being inhabited. From the upper windows of some a gleam sometimes fell upon the pavement I was traversing and showed that their tenants had not fled but were secluded or disabled. These tokens were new and awakened all my panics. Death seemed to hover over this scene and I dreaded that the floating pestilence had already lighted on my frame. I had scarcely overcome these tremors when I approached a house the door of which was opened and before which stood a vehicle which I presently recognized to be a hearse. The driver was seated on it. I stood still to mark his visage and to observe the course which he proposed to take. Presently a coffin, borne by two men, issued from the house. The driver was a negro, but his companions were white. Their features were marked by ferocious indifference to danger or pity. One of them, as he assisted in thrusting the coffin into the cavity provided for it, said, I'll be damned if I think the poor dog was quite dead. It wasn't the fever that ailed him but the sight of the girl and her mother on the floor. I wonder how they all got into that room. What carried them there? The others surly muttered, their legs to be sure. But what should they hug together in one room for? To save us the trouble to be sure.  I thought the last look he gave me told me to stay a few minutes. Psh, he could not live. The sooner the dead, the better for him as well as for us. Did you mark how he eyed us when we carried away his wife and daughter? I never cried in my life since I was knee-high, but cursed me if I ever felt in better tune for the business than just then. Hey! continued he, looking up and observing me standing a few paces distant and listening to their discourse. What's wanted? Anybody dead? I stayed not to answer or parley, but hurried forward. My joints trembled and cold drops stood on my forehead. I was ashamed of my own infirmity and by vigorous efforts of my reason regained some degree of composure. The evening had now advanced and it behooved me to procure accommodation at some of the ends. These were easily distinguished by their signs, but many were without inhabitants. At length I lighted upon one, the hall of which was open and the windows lifted. After knocking for some time a young girl appeared with many marks of distress. In answer to my question she answered that both her parents were sick and that they could receive no one. I inquired in vain for any other tavern at which strangers might be accommodated. She knew of none such and left me on someone's calling to her from above in the midst of my embarrassment. After a moment's pause I returned, discomforted and perplexed to the street. I proceeded in a considerable degree at random. At length I reached a spacious building on Fourth Street, which the signpost showed me to be an inn. I knocked loudly and often at the door. At length a female opened the window of the second storey and in a tone of peevishness demanded what I wanted. I told her that I wanted lodging. Go hunt for it somewhere else, said she. You'll find none here. I began to expostulate, but she shut the window with quickness and left me to my own reflections. I began now to feel some regret at the journey I had taken. However in the depths of caverns or forests was I equally conscious of loneliness. I was surrounded by the habitations of men, but I was destitute of associate or friend. I had money, but a horse-shelter or a morsel of food could not be purchased. I came for the purpose of relieving others, but stood in the utmost need myself. Even in health my condition was helpless and forlorn, but what would become of me should this fatal malady be contracted? To hope that an asylum would be afforded to a sick man which was denied to one in health was unreasonable. The first impulse which flowed from these reflections was to hasten back to Malverton which, with sufficient diligence, I might hope to regain before the morning light. I could not, me thought, return upon my steps with too much speed. I was prompted to run as if the pest was rushing upon me and could be eluded only by the most precipitant flight. This impulse was quickly counteracted by new ideas. I thought with indignation and shame on the imbecility of my proceeding. I called up the images of Susan Hadwin and of Wallace. I reviewed the motives which had led me to the undertaking of this journey. Time had, by no means, diminished their force. I had indeed nearly arrived at the accomplishment of what I had intended. A few steps would carry me to Thetford's habitation. This might be the critical moment when sucker was most needed and would be most efficacious. I had previously concluded to defer going thither till the ensuing morning. But why should I allow myself a moment's delay? I might at least gain an external view of the house, and circumstances might arise which would absolve me from the obligation of remaining an hour longer in the city. All for which I came might be performed. The destiny of Wallace be ascertained, and I be once more safe within the precincts of Malverton before the return of day. I immediately directed my steps towards the habitation of Thetford. Carriages bearing the dead were frequently discovered. A few passengers likewise occurred whose hasty and perturbed steps denoted their participation in the common distress. The house of which I was in quest quickly appeared. Light from an upper window indicated that it was still inhabited. I paused a moment to reflect in what manner it became me to proceed. To ascertain the existence and condition of Wallace was the purpose of my journey. He had inhabited this house, and whether he remained in it was now to be known. I felt repugnance to enter since my safety might by entering be unawares and uselessly endangered. Most of the neighboring houses were apparently deserted. In some there were various tokens of people being within. Might I not inquire at one of these respecting the condition of Thetford's family? Yet why should I disturb them by inquiries so impertinent at this unseasonable hour? To knock at Thetford's door and put my questions to him who should obey the signal was the obvious method. I knocked dubiously and lightly. No one came. I knocked again and more loudly. I likewise drew the bell. I distinctly heard its distant peals. If any were within my signal could not fail to be noticed. I paused and listened, but neither voice nor footsteps could be heard. The light, though obscured by window-curtains which seemed to be drawn close, was still perceptible. I ruminated on the causes that might hinder my summons from being obeyed. I figured to myself nothing but the helplessness of disease or the insensibility of death. These images only urged me to persist in endeavouring to obtain admission. Without weighing the consequences of my act I involuntarily lifted the latch. The door yielded to my hand and I put my feet within the passage. Once more I paused. The passage was of considerable extent and at the end of it I perceived light as from a lamp or candle. This impelled me to go forward till I reached the foot of a staircase. A candle stood upon the lowest step. This was a new proof that the house was not deserted. I struck my heel against the floor with some violence, but this, like my former signals, was unnoticed. Having proceeded thus far it would have been absurd to retire with my purpose unaffected. Taking the candle in my hand I opened a door that was near. It led into a spacious parlor furnished with profusion and splendor. I walked to and fro gazing at the objects which presented themselves and, involved in perplexity, I knocked with my heel louder than ever, but no less ineffectually. Notwithstanding the lights which I had seen, it was possible that the house was uninhabited. This I was resolved to ascertain by proceeding to the chamber which I had observed from without to be illuminated. This chamber, as far as the comparison of circumstances would permit me to decide, I believed to be the same in which I had passed the first night of my late abode in the city. Now was I a second time in almost equal ignorance of my situation and of the consequences which impended, exploring my way to the same recess. I mounted the stair. As I approached the door of which I was in search of vapor, infectious and deadly, assailed my senses. It resembled nothing of which I had ever before been sensible. Many odors had been met with, even since my arrival in the city, less supportable than this. I seemed not so much to smell as to taste the element that now encompassed me. I felt as if I had inhaled a poisonous and subtle fluid whose power instantly bereft my stomach of all vigor. Some fatal influence appeared to seize upon my vitals and the work of corrosion and decomposition to be busily begun. For a moment I doubted whether imagination had not some share in producing my sensation, but I had not been previously panic struck and even now I attended to my own sensations without mental discomposure. That I had imbibed this disease was not to be questioned. So far the chances in my favor were annihilated. The lot of sickness was drawn. Whether my case would be lenient or malignant, whether I should recover or perish was to be left to the decision of the future. This incident, instead of appalling me, tended rather to invigorate my courage. The danger which I feared had come. I might enter within difference on this theater of pestilence. I might execute without faltering the duties that my circumstances might create. My state was no longer hazardous, and my destiny would be totally uninfluenced by my future conduct. The pang with which I was first seized and the momentary inclination to vomit which it produced presently subsided. My wholesome feelings, indeed, did not revisit me, but strength to proceed was restored to me. The effluvia became more sensible as I approached the door of the chamber. The door was ajar, and the light within was perceived. My belief that those within were dead was presently confuted by sound, which I first supposed to be that of steps moving quickly and timorously across the floor. This ceased and was succeeded by sounds of different but inexplicable import. Having entered the apartment I saw a candle on the hearth.  A bed stood on one side, the curtain of which was dropped at the foot so as to conceal any one within. I fixed my eyes upon this object. There were sufficient tokens that someone lay upon the bed. Breath drawn at long intervals, mutterings scarcely audible and a tremulous motion in the bedstead were fearful and intelligible indications. If my heart faltered it must not be supposed that my trepidations arose from any selfish considerations. Wallace only, the object of my search, was present to my fancy. Had with remembrance of the had-winds, of the agonies which they had already endured, of the despair which would overwhelm the unhappy Susan when the death of her lover should be ascertained, observant of the lonely condition of this house once I could only infer that the sick had been denied suitable attendance, and reminded by the symptoms that appeared that this being was struggling with the agonies of death, a sickness of the heart more insupportable than that which I had just experienced, stole upon me. My fancy readily depicted the progress and completion of this tragedy. Wallace was the first of the family on whom the pestilence had seized. Setford had fled from his habitation. Perhaps as a father and husband, to shun the danger attending his stay, was the injunction of his duty. It was questionless the conduct which selfish regards would dictate. Wallace was left to perish alone, or, perhaps, which indeed was a supposition somewhat justified by appearances, he had been left to the tendons of mercenary wretches by whom, at this desperate moment, he had been abandoned. I was not mindless of the possibility that these forebodings specious as they were might be false. The dying person might be some other than Wallace. The whispers of my hope were indeed faint, but they, at least, prompted me to snatch a look at the expiring man. For this purpose I advanced and thrust my head within the curtain. CHAPTER XVI The features of one whom I had seen so transiently as Wallace may be imagined to be not easily recognized, especially when those features were tremulous and deathful. Here, however, the differences were too conspicuous to mislead me. I beheld one in whom I could recollect none that bore resemblance. Though ghastly and livid, the traces of intelligence and beauty were under-faced. The life of Wallace was of more value to a feeble individual, but surely the being that was stretched before me and who was hastening to his last breath was precious to thousands. Was he not one in whose place I would willingly have died? The offering was too late. His extremities were already cold. A vapor, a noiseman, contagious hovered over him. The fluttering of his pulse had ceased. His existence was about to close amidst convulsion and pangs. I withdrew my gaze from this object and walked to a table. I was nearly unconscious of my movements. My thoughts were occupied with contemplations of the train of horrors and disasters that pursue the race of man. My musings were quickly interrupted by the sight of a small cabinet, the hinges of which were broken and the lid half-raised. In the present state of my thoughts I was prone to suspect the worst. Here were traces of pillage. Some casual or mercenary attendant had not only contributed to hasten the death of the patient, but had rifled his property and fled. This suspicion would, perhaps, have yielded to mature reflections if I had been suffered to reflect. A moment scarcely elapsed when some appearance in the mirror which hung over the table called my attention. It was a human figure. Nothing could be briefer than the glance that I fixed upon this apparition, yet there was room enough for the vague conception to suggest itself that the dying man had started from his bed and was approaching me. This belief was, at the same instant, confuted by the survey of his form and garb. In I, a scar upon his cheek, a tawny skin, a form grotesquely misproportioned, brawny as Hercules, and habitid in livery, composed, as it were, were the parts of one view. To perceive, to fear, and to confront this apparition were blended into one sentiment. I turned towards him with the swiftness of lightning, but my speed was useless to my safety.  I sunk upon the floor, prostrate and senseless. My insensibility might be mistaken by observers for death, yet some part of this interval was haunted by a fearful dream. I conceived myself lying on the brink of a pit whose bottom the eye could not reach. My hands and legs were fettered so as to disable me from resisting two grim and gigantic figures who stooped to lift me from the earth. Their purpose me thought was to cast me into this abyss. My terrors were unspeakable and I struggled with such force that my bonds snapped and I found myself at liberty. At this moment my senses returned and I opened my eyes. The memory of recent events was, for a time, effaced by my visionary horrors. I was conscious of transition from one state of being to another, but my imagination was still filled with images of danger. The bottomless gulf and my gigantic persecutors were still dreaded. I looked up with eagerness. Beside me I discovered three figures whose character or office was explained by a coffin of pine boards which lay upon the floor. One stood with a hammer and nails in his hand, as ready to replace and fasten the lid of the coffin as soon as its burden should be received. I attempted to rise from the floor, but my head was dizzy and my sight confused. Perceiving me revive one of the men assisted me to regain my feet. The mist and confusion presently vanished so as to allow me to stand unsupported and to move. I once more gazed at my attendance and recognized the three men whom I had met in High Street and whose conversation I have mentioned that I overheard. I looked again upon the coffin. A wavering recollection of the incidents that led me hither and of the stunning blow which I had received occurred to me. I saw into what error appearances had misled these men and shuddered to reflect by what hair-breadth means I had escaped being buried alive. Before the men had time to interrogate me or to comment upon my situation one entered the apartment whose habit and mean tended to encourage me. The stranger was characterized by an aspect full of composure and benignity, a face in which the serious lines of age were blended with the readiness and smoothness of youth, and a garb that bespoke the religious profession with whose benevolent doctrines the example of Hadwin had rendered me familiar. On observing me on my feet he betrayed marks of surprise and satisfaction. He addressed me in a tone of mildness. Young man said he, What is thy condition, art thou sick? If thou art thou must consent to receive the best treatment which the times will afford, these men will convey thee to the hospital at Bush Hill. The mention of that contagious and abhorred receptacle inspired me with some degree of energy. No, said I. I'm not sick.  I shall presently recover strength enough to leave this spot without assistance. He looked at me with an incredulous but compassionate air. I fear thou dost deceive thyself or me. The necessity of going to the hospital is much to be regretted, but on the whole it is best. Perhaps indeed thou hast kindred or friends who will take care of thee? No, said I, neither kindred nor friends. I am a stranger in the city. I do not even know a single being. Alas, returned the stranger with a sigh, thy state is sorrowful. But how cameest thou hither, continued he, looking around him? And whence comeest thou? I came from the country. I reached the city a few hours ago. I was in search of a friend who lived in this house. Thy undertaking was strangely hazardous and rash, but who is the friend thou seekest? Was it he who died in that bed and whose corpse has just been removed? The men now betrayed some impatience and inquired of the last commer, who they called Mr. Estwick, what they were to do. He turned to me and asked if I were willing to be conducted to the hospital. I assured him that I was free from disease and stood in no need of assistance, adding that my feebleness was owing to a stunning blow received from a ruffian on my temple. The marks of this blow were conspicuous, and after some hesitation he dismissed the men, who, lifting the empty coffin on their shoulders, disappeared. He now invited me to descend into the parlor for, said he, the air of this room is deadly. I feel already as if I should have reason to repent of having entered it. He now inquired into the cause of those appearances which he had witnessed. I explained my situation as clearly and succinctly as I was able. After pondering in silence on my story, I see how it is, said he, the person whom thou sawest in the agonies of death was a stranger. He was attended by his servant and a hired nurse. His master's death being certain the nurse was dispatched by the servant to procure a coffin. He probably chose that opportunity to rifle his master's trunk that stood upon the table. My unseasonable entrance interrupted him, and he designed by the blow which he gave thee to secure his retreat before the arrival of a hearse. I know the man, and the apparition thou hast so well described was his. Thou sayest that a friend of thine lived in this house? Thou hast come too late to be of service. The whole family have perished, not one was suffered to escape. This intelligence was fatal to my hopes. It required some efforts to subdue my rising emotions. Compassion not only for Wallace but for Setford, his father, his wife, and his child caused a passionate effusion of tears. I was ashamed of this useless and childlike sensibility and attempted to apologize to my companion. The sympathy, however, had proved contagious, and the stranger turned away his face to hide his own tears. Nay, said he, in answer to my excuses, there is no need to be ashamed of thy emotion. Merely to have known this family and to have witnessed their deplorable fate is sufficient to melt the most objure at heart. I suspect that thou wast united to some one of this family by ties of tenderness like those which led the unfortunate Maravagli hither. This suggestion was attended in relation to myself with some degree of obscurity, but my curiosity was somewhat excited by the name that he had mentioned. I inquired into the character and situation of this person, and particularly respecting his connection with his family. Maravagli, answered he, was the lover of the eldest daughter and already betrothed to her. The whole family, consisting of helpless females, had placed themselves under his peculiar guardianship. Maravagli Walpole and her children enjoyed in him a husband and a father. The name of Walpole, to which I was a stranger, suggested doubts which I hastened to communicate. I am in search, said I, not of a female friend, though not devoid of interest in the welfare of Thetford and his family. My principal concern is for a youth by name Wallace. He looked at me with surprise. Thetford, this is not his abode. He changed his habitation some weeks previous to the fever. Those who last dwelt under this roof were an Englishwoman and seven daughters. This detection of my error somewhat consoled me. It was still possible that Wallace was alive and in safety. I eagerly inquired whither Thetford had removed and whether he had any knowledge of his present condition. They had removed to number Blank in Market Street. Concerning their state, he knew nothing. His acquaintance with Thetford was imperfect. Whether he had left the city or had remained, he was wholly uninformed. It became me to ascertain the truth in these respects. I was preparing to offer my parting thanks to the person by whom I had been so highly benefited since, as he now informed me, it was by his interposition that I was hindered from being enclosed alive in a coffin. He was dubious of my true condition, and peremptorily commanded the followers of the hearse to desist. A delay of twenty minutes and some medical application would, he believed, determine whether my life was extinguished or suspended. At the end of this time happily my senses were recovered. In my intention to depart, he inquired why and whither I was going. Having heard my answer, thy design, resumed he, is highly indiscreet and rash. Nothing will sooner generate this fever than fatigue and anxiety. Thou hast scarcely recovered from the blow so lately received. Instead of being useful to others, this precipitation will only disable thyself. Instead of roaming the streets and inhaling this unwholesome air, thou hadst better but take thyself to bed and try to obtain some sleep. In the morning thou wilt be better qualified to ascertain the fate of thy friend and afford him the relief which he shall want. I could not but admit the reasonableness of these remonstrances, but where should a bed and chamber be sought? It was not likely that a new attempt to procure accommodation at the ends would succeed better than the former. Thy state, replied he, is sorrowful. I have no house to which I can lead thee. I divide my chamber and even my bed with another, and my landlady could not be prevailed upon to admit a stranger. What thou wilt do I know not. This house has no one to defend it. It was purchased and furnished by the last possessor, but the whole family, including mistress, children, and servants, were cut off in a single week. Perhaps no one in America can claim the property. Meanwhile plunderers are numerous and active. A house thus totally deserted and replenished with valuable furniture will, I fear, become their prey. Tonight nothing can be done towards rendering it secure but staying in it. Are thou willing to remain here till the morrow? Every bed in the house has probably sustained a dead person. It would not be proper therefore to lie in any one of them. Perhaps thou mayest find some repose on this carpet. It is at least better than the harder pavement in the open air. This proposal, after some hesitation, I embraced. He was preparing to leave me, promising if life were spared to him to return early in the morning. My curiosity respecting the person whose dying agonies I had witnessed prompted me to detain him a few minutes. Ah, said he! This perhaps is the only one of many victims to this pestilence whose loss the remotest generations may have reason to deplore. He was the only descendant of an illustrious house of Venice. He has been devoted from his childhood to the acquisition of knowledge and the practice of virtue. He came hither as an enlightened observer, and after traversing the country, conversing with all the men in it, eminent for their talents or their office, and collecting a fund of observations whose solidity and justice have seldom been paralleled, he embarked three months ago for Europe. Previously to his departure he formed a tender connection with the eldest daughter of this family. The mother and her children had recently arrived from England. So many faultless women, both mentally and personally considered, it was not my fortune to meet with before. This youth well deserved to be adopted into this family. He proposed to return with the utmost expedition to his native country and, after the settlement of his affairs, to hasten back to America and ratify his contract with Fannie Walpole. The ship in which he embarked had scarcely gone twenty leagues to see before she was disabled by a storm and obliged to return to port. He posted to New York to gain passage in a packet shortly to sail. Meanwhile, this malady prevailed among us. Mary Walpole was hindered by her ignorance of the nature of that evil which assailed us and the counsel of injudicious friends from taking the due precautions for her safety. She hesitated to fly till flight was rendered impracticable. Her death added to the helplessness and distraction of the family. The ship successively seized and destroyed by the same pest. Maravagli was apprised of their danger. He allowed the packet to depart without him and hastened to rescue the Walpols from the perils which encompassed them. He arrived in this city time enough to witness the internment of the last survivor. In the same hour he was seized himself by this disease. The catastrophe is known to thee. I will now leave thee to thy repose. Sleep is no less needful to myself than to thee, for this is the second night which has passed without it. Saying this, my companion took his leave. I now enjoyed leisure to review my situation. I experienced no inclination to sleep. I lay down for a moment, but my comfortless sensations and restless contemplations would not permit me to rest. Before I entered this house I was tormented with hunger, but my craving had given place to inquiritude and loathing. I paced in thoughtful and anxious mood across the floor of the apartment. I am used upon the incidents related by Estwick, upon the exterminating nature of this pestilence, and on the horrors of which it was productive. I compared the experience of the last hours with those pictures which my imagination had drawn in the retirements of Malverton. I wondered at the contrariety that exists between the scenes of the city and the country, and fostered with more zeal than ever the resolution to avoid those seats of depravity and danger. Concerning my own destiny, however, I entertained no doubt. My new sensations assured me that my stomach had received this corrosive poison. Whether I should die or live was easily decided. The sickness which assiduous attendance and powerful prescriptions might remove would, by negligence and solitude, be rendered fatal. But from whom could I expect medical or friendly treatment?  I should not perish in the public way, but what was my ground for hoping to continue under this roof? My sickness being suspected I should be dragged in a cart to the hospital, where I should, indeed, die, but not with the consolation of loneliness and silence. Dying groans were the only music, and livid corpses were the only spectacle to which I should there be introduced. Immured in these dreary meditations the night passed away. The light glancing through the window awakened in my bosom a gleam of cheerfulness. According to my expectations my feelings were not more distempered, notwithstanding my want of sleep than on the last evening. This was a token that my state was far from being so desperate as I suspected. It was possible, I thought, that this was the worst in disposition to which I was liable. Meanwhile the coming of Estwick was impatiently expected. The sun arose and the morning advanced, but he came not. I remembered that he talked of having reason to repent his visit to this house. Perhaps he, likewise, was sick, and this was the cause of his delay. This man's kindness had even my love.  CHAPTER XVI It was now incumbent on me to seek the habitation of Thetford. To leave this house accessible to every passenger appeared to be imprudent. I had no key by which I might lock the principal door. I, therefore, bolted it on the inside and passed through a window, the shutters of which I closed, though I could not fasten after me. This led me into a spacious court at the end of which was a brick wall over which I leaped into the street. This was the means by which I had formerly escaped from the same precincts. The streets as I passed were desolate and silent. The largest computation made the number of fugitives two-thirds of the whole people, yet, judging by the universal desolation, it seemed as if the solitude were nearly absolute. That so many of the houses were closed I was obliged to ascribe to the cessation of traffic which made the opening of their windows useless and the terror of infection which made the inhabitants seclude themselves from the observation of each other. I proceeded to search out the house to which Estwick had directed me as the abode of Setford. What was my consternation when I found it to be the same at the door of which the conversation took place of which I had been an auditor on the last evening? I recalled the scene of which a rude sketch had been given by the hearsemen. If such were the fate of the master of the family, abounding with money and friends, what could be hoped for the moneyless and friendless Wallace? The house appeared to be vacant and silent, but these tokens might deceive. There was little room for hope, but certainty was wanting and might perhaps be obtained by entering the house. In some of the upper rooms a wretched being might be a mirrored by whom the information so earnestly desired might be imparted and to whom my presence might bring relief, not only from pestilence but famine. For a moment I forgot my own necessitous condition and reflected not that abstinence had already undermined my strength. I proceeded to knock at the door. That my signal was unnoticed produced no surprise. The door was unlocked and I opened. At this moment my attention was attracted by the opening of another door near me. I looked and perceived a man issuing forth from a house at a small distance. It now occurred to me that the information which I sought might possibly be gained from one of Thetford's neighbors. This person was aged but seemed to have lost neither cheerfulness nor vigor. He had an air of intrepidity and calmness. It soon appeared that I was the object of his curiosity. He had probably marked my deportment through some window of his dwelling and had come forth to make inquiries into the motives of my conduct. He courteously saluted me. "'You seem,' said he, to be in search of someone. If I can afford you the information you want you'll be welcome to it.' Encouraged by this address I mentioned the name of Thetford and added my fears that he had not escaped the general calamity. "'It is true,' said he. Yesterday, himself, his wife and his child were in a hopeless condition. I saw them in the evening and expected not to find them alive this morning. As soon as it was light, however, I visited the house again but found it empty. I suppose they must have died and been removed in the night. Though anxious to ascertain the destiny of Wallace I was unwilling to put direct questions. I shuddered while I longed to know the truth. "'Why?' said I, falteringly. Did he not seasonably withdraw from the city? Surely he had the means of purchasing an asylum in the country.' "'I can scarcely tell you,' he answered. Some infatuation appeared to have seized him. No one was more timorous, but he seemed to think himself safe as long as he avoided contact with infected persons. He was, likewise, I believe, detained by a regard to his interest. His flight would not have been more injurious to his affairs than it was to those of others, but gain was in his eyes the supreme good. He intended ultimately to withdraw, but his escape today gave him new courage to encounter the perils of tomorrow. He deferred his departure from day to day till it ceased to be practicable. His family said I was numerous. But consisted of more than his wife and children, perhaps these retired in sufficient season. "'Yes,' said he. His father left the house at an early period. One or two of the servants likewise foresook him. One girl, more faithful and heroic than the rest, resisted the remonstrances of her parents and friends, and resolved to adhere to him in every fortune. She was anxious that the family should fly from danger and would willingly have fled in their company. But while they stayed it was her immovable resolution not to abandon them. Alas, poor girl, she knew not of what stuff the heart of Thetford was made. Unhappily she was the first to become sick. I question much whether her disease was pestilential. It was probably a slight indisposition which, in a few days, would have vanished of itself or have readily yielded to suitable treatment. Thetford was transfixed with terror. Instead of summoning a physician to ascertain the nature of her symptoms, he called a negro and his cart from Bush Hill. In vain the neighbors interceded for this unhappy victim. In vain she implored his clemency and asserted the lightness of her indisposition. She besought him to allow her to send to her mother who resided a few miles in the country, who would hasten to her succor, and relieve him and his family from the danger and trouble of nursing her. The man was lunatic with apprehension. He rejected her in treaties, though urged in a manner that would have subdued a heart of flint. The girl was innocent and amiable and courageous, but entertained an unconquerable dread of the hospital. Finding in treaties ineffectual she exerted all her strength in opposition to the man who lifted her into the cart. Finding that her struggles availed nothing, she resigned herself to despair. In going to the hospital she believed herself led to certain death and to the sufferance of every evil which the known inhumanity of its attendance could inflict. This state of mind added to exposure to a noonday sun in an open vehicle, moving for a mile over rugged pavement, was sufficient to destroy her. I was not surprised to hear that she died the next day. This proceeding was sufficiently iniquitous, yet it was not the worst act of this man. The rank and education of the young woman might be some apology for negligence, but as clerk, a youth who seemed to enjoy his confidence and to be treated by his family on the footing of a brother or son, fell sick on the next night and was treated in the same manner. These tidings struck me to the heart. A burst of indignation and sorrow filled my eyes. I could scarcely stifle my emotions sufficiently to ask, of whom, sir, do you speak? Was the name of the youth his name was Wallace? I see that you have some interest in his fate. He was one whom I loved. I would have given half my fortune to procure him accommodation under some hospitable roof. His attack was violent, but still his recovery, if he had been suitably attendant, was possible. That he should survive removal to the hospital and the treatment he must receive when there was not to be hoped. The conduct of Fettford was as absurd as it was wicked. To imagine the disease to be contagious was the height of folly.  But Fettford's fears had subverted his understanding. He did not listen to arguments or supplications. His attention was incapable of straying from one object. To influence him by words was equivalent to reasoning with the deaf. Perhaps the wretch was more to be pitied than hated. The victims of his implacable caution could scarcely have endured agonies greater than those which his pusillanimity inflicted on himself. Whatever be the amount of his guilt, the retribution has been adequate. He witnessed the death of his wife and child.  Their sole attendant was a black woman, whom by frequent visits I endeavored with little success to make diligent in the performance of her duty. Such then was the catastrophe of Wallace. The end for which I journeyed hither was accomplished. His destiny was ascertained. And all that remained was to fulfill the gloomy predictions of the lovely but unhappy Susan. To tell them all the truth would be needlessly to exasperate her sorrow. Time aided by the tenderness and sympathy of friendship may banish her despair and relieve her from all but the witchries of melancholy. Having disengaged my mind from these reflections I explained to my companion in general terms my reasons for visiting the city and my curiosity respecting Thetford. He inquired into the particulars of my journey and the time of my arrival, when informed that I had come in the preceding evening and had passed the subsequent hours without sleep or food, he expressed astonishment and compassion. Your undertaking, said he, has certainly been hazardous. There is poison in every breath which you draw, but this hazard has been greatly increased by abstaining from food and sleep. My advice is to hasten back into the country, but you must first take some repose and some victuals. If you pass school kill before nightfall it will be sufficient. I mentioned the difficulty of procuring a combination on the road. It would be most prudent to set out upon my journey so as to reach Malverton at night. As to food and sleep they were not to be purchased in this city. True, answered my companion with quickness, they are not to be bought, but I will furnish you with as much as you desire of both for nothing. That is my abode, continued he, pointing to the house which he had lately left. I reside with a widow-lady and her daughter who took my council and fled in due season. I remain to moralize upon the scene with only a faithful black who makes my bed, prepares my coffee, and bakes my loaf. If I am sick, all that a physician can do I will do for myself, and all that a nurse can perform I expect to be performed by Austin.  These words were accompanied by features disembarrassed and benevolent. My temper is alive to social impulses, and I accepted his invitation, not so much because I wished to eat or sleep, but because I felt reluctance to part so soon with a being who possessed so much fortitude and virtue. He was surrounded by neatness and plenty. Austin added dexterity to submissiveness. My companion, whose name I now found to be Medlicote, was prone to converse and commented on the State of the City like one whose reading had been extensive and experienced large. He combated an opinion which I had casually formed respecting the origin of this epidemic, and imputed it not to infected substances imported from the East or West, but to a morbid constitution of the atmosphere, owing wholly or in part to filthy streets, airless habitations, and squalid persons. As I talked with this man, the sense of danger was obliterated. I felt confidence revive in my heart, and energy revisit my stomach. Though far from my wanted health, my sensation grew less comfortless, and I found myself to stand in no need of repose. Just being finished, my friend pleaded his daily engagements as reasons for leaving me. He counseled me to strive for some repose, but I was conscious of incapacity to sleep. I was desirous of escaping as soon as possible from this tainted atmosphere and reflected whether anything remained to be done respecting Wallace. It now occurred to me that this youth must have left some clothes and papers, and perhaps books. The property of these was now vested in the Hadwins. I might deem myself, without presumption, their representative or agent. Might I not take some measures for obtaining possession, or at least for the security of these articles? The house and its furniture were tenantless and unprotected. It was liable to be ransacked and pillaged by those desperate ruffians of whom many were said to be hunting for spoil, even at a time like this. If these should overlook this dwelling, Thetford's unknown successor or heir might appropriate the whole. Numberless accidents might happen to occasion the destruction or embezzlement of what belonged to Wallace, which might be prevented by the conduct which I should now pursue. Immersed in these perplexities I remained bewildered and motionless. I was at length roused by someone knocking on the door. Mission obeyed the signal, and instantly returned, leading in Mr. Hadwin. I know not whether this unlooked-for interview excited on my part most grief or surprise. The motive of his coming was easily divined. His journey was on two accounts superfluous. He whom he sought was dead. The duty of ascertaining his condition I had assigned to myself. I now perceived and deplored the error of which I had been guilty in concealing my intended journey from my patron. Ignorant of the part I had acted, he had rushed into the jaws of this pest and endangered a life unspeakably valuable to his children and friends. I should doubtless have obtained his grateful consent to the project which I had conceived, but my wretched policy had led me into this clandestine path. He may seldom be a crime. A virtuous intention may produce it, but surely it is always erroneous and pernicious. My friend's astonishment at the sight of me was not inferior to my own. The causes which led to this unexpected interview were mutually explained. To soothe the agonies of his child he consented to approach the city and endeavour to procure intelligence of Wallace. When he left his house he intended to stop in the environs and to hire some emissary whom an ample reward might tempt to enter the city and procure the information which was needed. No one could be prevailed upon to execute so dangerous a service. Averse to return without performing his commission he concluded to examine for himself. Thetford's removal to this street was known to him, but being ignorant of my purpose he had not mentioned this circumstance to me during our last conversation. I was sensible of the danger which had when had incurred by entering the city. Perhaps my knowledge of the inexpressible importance of his life to the happiness of his daughters made me aggravate his danger. I knew that the longer he lingered in this tainted air the hazard was increased. A moment's delay was unnecessary. Neither Wallace nor myself were capable of being benefited by his presence. I mentioned the death of his nephew as a reason for hastening his departure. I urged him in the most vehement terms to remount his horse and to fly. I endeavored to preclude all inquiries respecting myself for Wallace, promising to follow him immediately and answer all his questions at Malverton. My importunities were enforced by his own fears and, after a moment's hesitation, he rode away. The emotions produced by this incident were, in the present critical state of my frame, eminently hurtful. My morbid indications suddenly returned. I had reason to ascribe my condition to my visit to the Chamber of Maravigli, but this and its consequences to myself, as well as the journey of Hadwin, were the fruits of my unhappy secrecy. I had always been accustomed to perform my journeys on foot. This on ordinary occasions was the preferable method, but now I ought to have adopted the easiest and swiftest means. If Hadwin had been acquainted with my purpose, he would not only have approved, but he would have allowed me the use of a horse. These reflections were rendered less pungent by the recollection that my motives were benevolent and that I had endeavored the benefit of others by means which appeared to me most suitable. Meanwhile, how was I to proceed? What hindered me from pursuing the footsteps of Hadwin with all the expedition which my uneasiness of brain and stomach would allow? I conceived that to leave anything undone with regard to Wallace would be absurd. His property might be put under the care of my new friend. But how was it to be distinguished from the property of others? It was probably contained in trunks which were designated by some label or mark. I was unacquainted with his chamber, but by passing from one to the other I might finally discover it. Some token directing my footsteps might occur, though at present unforeseen. Actuated by these considerations I once more entered Thatford's habitation. I regretted that I had not procured the counsel or attendance of my new friend, but some engagements, the nature of which he did not explain, occasioned him to leave me as soon as breakfast was finished. CHAPTER XVIII I wandered over this deserted mansion in a considerable degree at random. Effluvia of a pestilential nature assailed me from every corner. In the front room of the second story I imagined that I discovered vestiges of that catastrophe which the past night had produced. The bed appeared as if someone had recently been dragged from it. The sheets were tinged with yellow and with that substance which is said to be characteristic of this disease, the gangrenous or black vomit. The floor exhibited similar stains. There are many who will regard my conduct as the last refinement of temerity or of heroism. Nothing indeed more perplexes me than a review of my own conduct. Not indeed that death is an object always to be dreaded or that my motive did not justify my actions, but of all dangers those allied to pestilence by being mysterious and unseen are the most formidable. To disarm them of their terrors requires the longest familiarity. Physicians and physicians soonest become intrepid or indifferent, but the rest of mankind recoil from the scene with unconquerable loathing. I was sustained not by confidence of safety and the belief of exemption from this malady or by the influence of habit which endures us all to that is detestable or perilous, but by a belief that this was as eligible an avenue to death as any other and that life is a trivial sacrifice in the cause of duty. I passed from one room to the other. A portmanteau marked with the initials of Wallace's name at length attracted my notice. From this circumstance I inferred that this apartment had been occupied by him. The room was neatly arranged and appeared as if no one had lately used it. There were trunks and drawers. That which I have mentioned was the only one that bore marks of Wallace's ownership. This I lifted in my arms with a view to remove it to Medleycoat's house. At that moment me thought I heard a footsteps slowly and lingeringly ascending the stair. I was disconcerted at this incident. The footsteps had in it a ghost-like solemnity and tardiness. This phantom vanished in a moment and yielded place to more humble conjectures. A human being approached whose office and commission were inscrutable. That we were strangers to each other was easily imagined. But how would my appearance in this remote chamber and loaded with another's property be interpreted? Did he enter the house after me, or was he the tenant of some chamber hitherto unvisited, whom my entrance had awakened from his trance and called from his couch? In the confusion of my mind I still held my burden uplifted. To have placed it on the floor and encountered this visitant without this equivocal token about me was the obvious proceeding. Indeed time only could decide whether these footsteps tended to this or to some other apartment. My doubts were quickly dispelled. The door opened and a figure glided in. The portmanteau dropped from my arms and my heart's blood was chilled. If an apparition of the dead were possible, and that possibility I could not deny, this was such an apparition. A hue, yellowish and livid, bones uncovered with flesh, eyes ghastly, hollow, woe-begone, and fixed in an agony of wonder upon me, and locks, matted and negligent, constituted the image which I now beheld. My belief of somewhat preternatural in this appearance was confirmed by recollection of resemblances between these features and those of one who was dead. In this shape and visage, shadowy and deathlike as they were, the lineaments of Wallace, of him who had misled my rustic simplicity on my first visit to this city, and whose death I had conceived to be incontestably ascertained, were forcibly recognized. This recognition which, at first, alarmed my superstition, speedily led to more rational inferences. Wallace had been dragged to the hospital. Nothing was less to be suspected than that he would return alive from that hideous receptacle, but this was by no means impossible. The figure that stood before me had just risen from the bed of sickness and from the brink of the grave. The crisis of his malady had passed, and he was once more entitled to be ranked among the living. This event and the consequences which my imagination connected with it filled me with the liveliest joy. I thought not of his ignorance of the causes of my satisfaction, of the doubts to which the circumstances of our interview would give birth respecting the integrity of my purpose. I forgot the artifices by which I had formerly been betrayed, and the embarrassments which a meeting with the victim of his artifices would excite in him. I thought only of the happiness which his recovery would confer upon his uncle and his cousins. I advanced towards him with an air of congratulation and offered him my hand. He shrunk back and exclaimed in a feeble voice, Who are you? What business have you here? I am the friend of Wallace, if he will allow me to be so. I am a messenger from your uncle and cousins at Malverton. I came to know the cause of your silence and to afford you any assistance in my power. He continued to regard me with an air of suspicion and doubt. These I endeavored to remove by explaining the motives that led me hither. It was with difficulty that he seemed to credit my representations. When thoroughly convinced of the truth of my assertions, he inquired with great anxiety and tenderness concerning his relations and expressed his hope that they were ignorant of what had befallen him. I could not encourage his hopes. I regretted my own precipitation in adopting the belief of his death. This belief had been uttered with confidence and without stating my reasons for embracing it to Mr. Hadwin. These tidings would be born to his daughters and their grief would be exasperated to a deplorable and perhaps to a fatal degree. There was but one method of repairing or eluding this mischief. Intelligence ought to be conveyed to them of his recovery. But where was the messenger to be found? No one's attention could be found disengaged from his own concerns. Those who were able or willing to leave the city had sufficient motives for departure in relation to themselves. If vehicle or horse were procurable for money, ought it not to be secured for the use of Wallace himself, whose health required the easiest and speediest conveyance from this theater of death? My companion was powerless in mind as in limbs. He seemed unable to consult upon the means of escaping from the inconveniences by which he was surrounded. As soon as sufficient strength was regained he had left the hospital. To repair to Malverton was the measure which Prudence obviously dictated, but he was hopeless of affecting it. The city was close at hand. This was his usual home, and hither his tottering and almost involuntary steps conducted him. He listened to my representations and counsels and acknowledged their propriety. He put himself under my protection and guidance and promised to conform implicitly to my directions. His strength had sufficed to bring him thus far, but was now utterly exhausted. The task of searching for a carriage and horse devolved upon me. In affecting this purpose I was obliged to rely upon my own ingenuity and diligence. Wallace, though so long a resident in the city, knew not to whom I could apply or by whom carriages were let to hire. My own reflections taught me that this accommodation was most likely to be furnished by innkeepers, or that some of those might at least inform me of the best measures to be taken. I resolved to set out immediately on this search. Meanwhile Wallace was persuaded to take refuge in medley-coats apartments and to make, by the assistance of Austin, the necessary preparation for his journey. The morning had now advanced. The rays of a sultry sun had a sickening and enfeebling influence beyond any which I had ever experienced. The drought of unusual duration had bereft the air and earth of every particle of moisture. The element which I breathed appeared to have stagnated into noxiousness and putrefaction. I was astonished at observing the enormous diminution of my strength. My brows were heavy, my intellects benumbed, my sinews enfeebled, and my sensations universally unquiet. These prognostics were easily interpreted. What I chiefly dreaded was that they would disable me from executing the task which I had undertaken. I summoned up all my resolution and cherished a disdain of yielding to this ignoble destiny. I reflected that the source of all energy and even of life is seeded in thought, that nothing is arduous to human efforts, that the external frame will seldom languish while actuated by an unconquerable soul. I fought against my dreary feelings which pulled me to the earth. I quickened my pace, raised my drooping eyelids, and hummed a cheerful and favorite air. For all that I accomplished during this day, I believed myself indebted to the strenuousness and ardor of my resolutions. I went from one tavern to another. One was deserted, in another the people were sick, and their attendants refused to hearken to my inquiries or offers. At a third their horses were engaged. I was determined to prosecute my search as long as an inn or livery stable remained unexamined, and my strength would permit. To detail the events of this expedition, the arguments and supplications which I used to overcome the dictates of avarice and fear, the fluctuation of my hopes and my incessant disappointments would be useless. Having exhausted all my expedience ineffectually, I was compelled to turn my weary steps once more to medlicote's lodgings. My meditations were deeply engaged by the present circumstances of my situation. As the means which were first suggested were impracticable, I endeavored to investigate the others. Wallace's stability made it impossible for him to perform this journey on foot. But would not his strength and his resolution suffice to carry him beyond school-kill? A carriage or horse, though not to be obtained in the city, could, without difficulty, be procured in the country. Every farmer had beasts for burden and draft. One of these might be hired at no immoderate expense for half a day. This project appeared so practicable and so specious that I deeply regretted the time and the efforts which had already been so fruitlessly expended. If my project, however, had been mischievous, to review it with regret was only to prolong and to multiply its mischiefs. I trusted that time and strength would not be wanting to the execution of this new design. On entering Medleycoat's house, my looks, which, in spite of my langurs, were sprightly and confident, flattered Wallace with the belief that my exertions had succeeded. When acquainted with their failure, he sunk as quickly into hopelessness. My new expedient was heard by him with no marks of satisfaction. It was impossible, he said, to move from this spot by his own strength. All his powers were exhausted by his walk from Bush Hill. I endeavored, by arguments and raileries, to revive his courage. The pure air of the country would exhilarate him into new life. He might stop at every fifty yards and rest upon the green sod. If overtaken by the night, we would procure a lodging by a dress and importunity. But if every door should be shut against us, we should at least enjoy the shelter of some barn, and might die it wholesomely upon the new laid eggs that we should find there. The worst treatment we could meet with was better than continuance in the city. These remonstrances had some influence, and he at length consented to put his ability to the test. First, however, it was necessary to invigorate himself by a few hours' rest. To this, though, with infinite reluctance I consented. This interval allowed him to reflect upon the past and to inquire into the fate of Thetford and his family. The intelligence which Medlicote had enabled me to afford him was heard with more satisfaction than regret. The ingratitude and cruelty with which he had been treated seemed to have extinguished every sentiment but hatred and vengeance. I was willing to profit by this interval to know more of Thetford than I already possessed. I inquired why Wallace had so perversely neglected the advice of his uncle and cousin, and persisted to brave so many dangers when flight was so easy. I cannot justify my conduct, answered he. It was in the highest degree thoughtless and perverse. I was confident and unconcerned as long as our neighborhood was free from disease, and as long as I forebore any communication with the sick. Yet I should have withdrawn to Malverton merely to gratify my friends if Thetford had not used the most powerful arguments to detain me. He labored to extenuate the danger. Why not stay, said he, as long as I and my family stay? Do you think that we would linger here if the danger were imminent? As soon as it becomes so we will fly. You know that we have a country house prepared for our reception. When we go you shall accompany us. Your services at this time are indispensable to my affairs. If you will not desert me, your salary next year shall be double, and that will enable you to marry your cousin immediately. Nothing is more improbable than that any of us should be sick.  These assurances were solemn and generous. To make Susan had when my wife was the scope of all my wishes and labors. By staying I should hasten this desirable event and incur little hazard. By going I should alienate the affections of Thetford by whom it is but justice to acknowledge that I had hitherto been treated with unexampled generosity and kindness, and blast all the schemes I had formed for rising into wealth. My resolution was by no means steadfast. As often as a letter from Malverton arrived I felt myself disposed to hasten away. But this inclination was combated by new arguments and new entreaties of Thetford. In this state of suspense the girl by whom Mrs. Thetford's infant was nursed fell sick. She was an excellent creature, and merited better treatment than she received. Like me she resisted the persuasions of her friends, but her motives for remaining were disinterested and heroic. No sooner did her indisposition appear than she was hurried to the hospital. I saw that no reliance could be placed on the assurances of Thetford. Every consideration gave way to his fear of death. After the girl's departure, though he knew that she was led by his means to execution, yet he consoled himself by repeating and believing her assertions that her disease was not the fever. I was now greatly alarmed for my own safety. I was determined to encounter his anger and repel his persuasions, and to depart with the market man next morning. That night, however, I was seized with the violent fever. I knew in what manner patients were treated at the hospital, and removal scissor was to the last degree aboard. The morning arrived and my situation was discovered. At the first intimation Thetford rushed out of the house and refused to re-enter it till I was removed. I knew not my fate till three ruffians made their appearance at my bedside and communicated their commission. I called on the name of Thetford and his wife. I entreated a moment's delay till I had seen these persons and endeavored to procure a respite from my sentence. They were deft to my entreaties and prepared to execute their office by force. I was delirious with rage and terror. I heaped the bitterest execrations on my murderer, and by turns invoked the compassion of, and poured a torrent of reproaches on the wretches whom he had selected for his ministers. My struggles and outcries were vain. I have no perfect recollection of what passed till my arrival at the hospital. My passions combined with my disease to make me frantic and wild. In a state like mine the slightest motion could not be endured without agony. But then must I have felt scorched and dazzled by the sun, sustained by hard boards, and borne for miles over a rugged pavement? I cannot make you comprehend the anguish of my feelings. To be disjointed and torn piecemeal by the rack was a torment inexpressibly inferior to this. Nothing excites my wonder but that I did not expire before the cart had moved three paces. I knew not how or by whom I was moved from this vehicle. Insensibility came at length to my relief. After a time I opened my eyes and slowly gained some knowledge of my situation. I lay upon a mattress whose condition proved that a half-decade corpse had recently been dragged from it. The room was large. But it was covered with beds like my own. Between each there was scarcely the interval of three feet. Each sustained a wretch whose groans and distortions bespoke the desperateness of his condition. The atmosphere was loaded by mortal stentions. A vapor suffocating and malignant scarcely allowed me to breathe. No suitable receptacle was provided for the evacuations produced by medicine or disease. My nearest neighbor was struggling with death, and my bed, casually extended, was moist with the detestable matter which had flowed from his stomach. You will scarcely believe that in this scene of horrors the sound of laughter should be overheard. While the upper rooms of this building are filled with the sick and the dying, the lower apartments are the scene of carousels and mirth. The wretches who were hired at enormous wages to tend the sick and convey away the dead neglect their duty and consume the cordials which are provided for the patients in debauchery and riot. A female visage bloated with malignity and drunkenness occasionally looked in. Dying eyes were cast upon her, invoking the boon, perhaps, of a drop of cold water, or her assistance to change a posture which compelled him to behold the ghastly writhings or deathful smile of his neighbor. The visitant had left the banquet for a moment, only to see who was dead. As she entered the room, blinking eyes and reeling steps showed her to be totally unqualified for ministering the aid that was needed. Presently she disappeared, and others ascended the staircase. A coffin was deposited at the door. The wretch, whose heart still quivered, was seized by rude hands and dragged along the floor into the passage. Oh, how poor are the conceptions which are formed by the fortunate few of the sufferings to which millions of their fellow beings are condemned. This misery was more frightful, because it was seen to flow from the depravity of the attendants. My own eyes only would make me credit the existence of wickedness so enormous. No wonder that to die in garrets and cellars and stables, unvisited and unknown, had by so many been preferred to being broad hither. A physician cast an eye upon my state. He gave some directions to the person who attended him. I did not comprehend them. They were never executed by the nurses. And if the attempt had been made, I should probably have refused to receive what was offered. Recovery was equally beyond my expectations and my wishes. The scene which was hourly displayed before me, the entrance of the sick, most of whom perished in a few hours, and their departure to the graves prepared for them, reminded me of the fate to which I also was reserved. Three days passed away in which every hour was expected to be the last. That, amidst an atmosphere so contagious and deadly, amidst causes of destruction hourly accumulating, I should yet survive, appears to me nothing less than miraculous. That of so many conducted to this house, the only one who passed out of it alive should be myself, almost surpasses my belief. Some inexplicable principle rendered harmless those potent enemies of human life. My fever subsided and vanished. My strength was revived, and the first use that I made of my limbs was to bear me far from the contemplation and sufferance of those evils. CHAPTER XIX Having gratified my curiosity in this respect, Wallace proceeded to remind me of the circumstances of our first interview. He had entertained doubts whether I was the person whom he had met at Leschers. I acknowledged myself to be the same, and inquired in my turn, into the motives of his conduct on that occasion. I confess, said he, with some hesitation. I meant not only to sport with your simplicity and ignorance. You must not imagine, however, that my stratagem was deep laid and deliberately executed. My professions at the tavern were sincere. I meant not to injure, but to serve you. It was not till I reached the head of the staircase that the mischievous contrivance occurred. I foresaw nothing at the moment but ludicrous mistakes and embarrassment. The scheme was executed almost at the very moment it occurred. After I had returned to the parlor, Setford charged me with the delivery of a message in a distant quarter of the city. It was not till I had performed this commission and had set out on my return that I fully revolved the consequences likely to flow from my project that Setford and his wife would detect you in their bed chamber was unquestionable. Perhaps weary of my long delay, you would have fairly undressed and gone to bed. The married couple would have made preparation to follow you, and when the curtain was un-drawn, would discover a robust use fast to sleep in their place. These images, which just before excited my laughter, now produced a very different emotion. I dreaded some fatal catastrophe from the fiery passions of Setford. In the first transports of his fury he might pistol you, or at least might command you to be dragged to prison. I now heartily repented of my jest and hastened home that I might prevent as far as possible the evil effects that might flow from it. The acknowledgement of my own agency in this affair would, at least, transfer Setford's indignation to myself, to whom it was equitably due. The married couple had retired to their chamber, and no alarm or confusion had followed. This was an inexplicable circumstance. I waited with patience till the morning should furnish the solution of the difficulty. The morning arrived. A strange event had indeed taken place in their bed chamber. They found an infant asleep in their bed. It had been roused twice in the night, once by a noise in the closet, and afterwards by a noise at the door. Some connection between these sounds and the found lane was naturally suspected. In the morning the closet was examined and a coarse pair of shoes was found on the floor. The chamber door, which Setford had locked in the evening, was discovered to be open, as likewise a window in the kitchen. These appearances were a source of wonder and doubt to others, but were perfectly intelligible to me. I rejoiced that my stratagem had no more dangerous consequence, and admired the ingenuity and perseverance with which you had extricated yourself from so critical a state. This narrative was the only verification of my own guesses. Its facts were quickly supplanted in my thoughts by the disastrous picture he had drawn of the state of the hospital. I was confounded and shocked by the magnitude of this evil. The cause of it was obvious. The wretches whom money could purchase were, of course, licentious and unprincipled. Superintended and controlled they might be useful instruments, but that superintendence could not be bought. What qualities were requisite in the governor of such an institution? He must have zeal, diligence, and perseverance. He must act from lofty and pure motives. He must be mild and firm, intrepid and compliant. One perfectly qualified for the office it is desirable, but not possible to find. A dispassionate and honest zeal in the cause of duty and humanity may be of eminent utility. Am I not endowed with this zeal? Cannot my feeble efforts obviate some portion of this evil? No one has hitherto claimed this disgustful and perilous situation. My powers and discernment are small, but if they be honestly exerted they cannot fail to be somewhat beneficial. The impulse produced by these reflections was to hasten to the city hall and make known my wishes. This impulse was controlled by recollections of my own indisposition and of the state of Wallace. To deliver this youth to his friends was the strongest obligation. When this was discharged I might return to the city and acquit myself of more comprehensive duties. Wallace had now enjoyed a few hours rest and was persuaded to begin the journey. It was now noonday and the sun darted in supportable rays. Wallace was more sensible than I of their unwholesome influence. We had not reached the suburbs when his strength was wholly exhausted and, had I not supported him, he would have sunk upon the pavement. My limbs were scarcely less weak, but my resolutions were much more strenuous than his. I made light of his indisposition and endeavored to persuade him that his vigor would return in proportion to his distance from the city. The moment we should reach a shade a short respite would restore us to health and cheerfulness. Nothing could revive his courage or induce him to go on. To return or to proceed was equally impracticable. But should he be able to return, where should he find a retreat? The danger of relapse was imminent. His own chamber at Thetford's was unoccupied. If he could regain this house, might I not procure him a physician and perform for him the part of nurse? His present situation was critical and mournful. To remain in the street exposed to the malignant fervors of the sun was not to be endured. To carry him in my arms exceeded my strength. Should I not claim the assistance of the first passenger that appeared? At that moment a horse and shez passed us. The vehicle proceeded at a quick pace. He that rode in it might afford us the sucker that we needed. He might be persuaded to deviate from his course and convey the helpless Wallace to the house we had just left. This thought instantly impelled me forward. Feeble as I was I even ran with speed in order to overtake the vehicle. My purpose was affected with the utmost difficulty. It fortunately happened that the carriage contained but one person who stopped at my request. His countenance and guise was mild and encouraging. Good friend, I exclaimed. Here is a young man too indisposed to walk. I want him carried to his lodgings. Will you, for money or for charity, allow him a place in your shez and set him down where I shall direct? Observing tokens of hesitation I continued. You need have no fears to perform this office.  I will not ask twenty minutes and you may ask what rewards you think proper. Still he hesitated to comply. His business, he said, had not led him into the city. He merely passed along the skirts of it, whence he conceived that no danger would arise. He was desirous of helping the unfortunate, but he could not think of risking his own life in the cause of a stranger when he had a wife and children depending on his existence and exertions for bread. It gave him pain to refuse, but he thought his duty to himself and to others required that he should not hazard his safety by compliance. This plea was irresistible. The mildness of his manner showed that he might have been overpowered by persuasion or tempted by reward. I would not take advantage of his tractability, but should have declined his assistance even if it had been spontaneously offered. I turned away from him in silence and prepared to return to the spot where I had left my friend, the man prepared to resume his way. In this perplexity the thought occurred to me that, since this person was going into the country, he might possibly consent to carry Wallace along with him. I confided greatly in the salutary influence of rural heirs. I believed that debility constituted the whole of his complaint that continuance in the city might occasion his relapse or at least procrastinate his restoration. I once more addressed myself to the traveller and inquired in what direction and how far he was going. To my unspeakable satisfaction his answer informed me that his home lay beyond Mr. Hadwin's and that this road carried him directly past that gentleman's door. He was willing to receive Wallace into his shez and to leave him at his uncles. This joyous and auspicious occurrence surpassed my fondest hopes. I hurried with the pleasing tidings to Wallace, who eagerly consented to enter the carriage. I thought not at the moment of myself or how far the same means of escaping from the danger might be used. The stranger could not be anxious on my account, and Wallace's dejection and weakness may apologize for his not soliciting my company or expressing his fears for my safety. He was no sooner seated than the traveller hurried away. I gazed after them motionless and mute till the carriage turning a corner past beyond my sight. I had now leisure to revert to my own condition and to ruminate on that series of abrupt and diversified events that had happened during the few hours which had been passed in the city. The end of my coming was thus speedily and satisfactorily accomplished. My hopes and fears had rapidly fluctuated, but respecting this young man had now subsided into calm and propitious certainty. Before the decline of the sun he would enter his paternal roof and diffuse ineffable joy throughout that peaceful and chaste asylum. This contemplation, though rapturous and soothing, speedily gave way to reflections on the conduct which my duty required, and the safe departure of Wallace afforded me liberty to pursue. To offer myself as superintendent of the hospital was still my purpose. The langurs of my frame might terminate in sickness, but this event it was useless to anticipate. The lofty sight and pure airs of Bush Hill might tend to dissipate my langurs and restore me to health. At least while I had power I was bound to exert it to the wisest purposes. I resolved to seek the city hall immediately and, for that end, crossed the intermediate fields which separated sassafras from Chestnut Street. More urgent considerations had diverted my attention from the money which I bore about me and from the image of the desolate lady to whom it belonged. My intentions with regard to her were the same as ever, but now it occurred to me with new force that my death might preclude an interview between us and that it was prudent to dispose in some useful way of the money which would otherwise be left to the sport of chance. The evils which had befallen this city were obvious and enormous. Younger and negligence had exasperated the malignity and facilitated the progress of the pestilence. Could this money be more usefully employed than in alleviating these evils? During my life I had no power over it, but my death would justify me in prescribing the course which it should take. How was this course to be pointed out? How might I place it so that I should affect my intentions without relinquishing the possession during my life? These thoughts were superseded by a tide of new sensations. The weight that incommodated my brows and my stomach was suddenly increased. My brain was usurped by some benumbing power and my limbs refused to support me. My pulsations were quickened and the prevalence of fever could no longer be doubted. Until now I had entertained a faint hope that my indisposition would vanish of itself. This hope was at an end. The grave was before me and my projects of curiosity or benevolence were to sink into oblivion. I was not bereaved of the powers of reflection. The consequences of lying in the road, friendless and unprotected were sure. The first passenger would notice me and hasten to summon one of those carriages which are busy night and day in transporting its victims to the hospital. This fate was beyond all others abhorrent to my imagination. To hide me under some roof where my existence would be unknown and unsuspected and where I might perish unmolested and in quiet was my present wish. Thetford's or Medleycoat's might afford me such an asylum if it were possible to reach it. I made the most strenuous exertions, but they could not carry me forward more than a hundred paces. Here I rested on steps which, on looking up, I perceived to belong to Wellbeck's house. This incident was unexpected. It led my reflections into a new train. To go farther in the present condition of my frame was impossible. I was well acquainted with this dwelling. All its avenues were closed. Whether it had remained unoccupied since my flight from it I could not decide. It was evident that at present it was without inhabitants. Possibly it might have continued in the same condition in which Wellbeck had left it. Beds or sofas might be found on which a sick man might rest and be fearless of intrusion. This inference was quickly overturned by the obvious supposition that every avenue was bolted and locked. This, however, might not be the condition of the bath-house in which there was nothing that required to be guarded with unusual precautions. I was suffocated by inward and scorched by external heat, and the relief of bathing and drinking appeared inestimable. The value of this prize, in addition to my desire to avoid the observation of passengers, made me exert all my remnant of strength. Repeated efforts at length enabled me to mount the wall and placed me, as I imagined, in security. I swallowed large drafts of water as soon as I could reach the well. The effect was, for a time, salutary and delicious. My fervors were abated, and my faculties relieved from the weight which had lately oppressed them. My present condition was unspeakably more advantageous than the former. I did not believe that it could be improved till, casting my eye vaguely over the building, I happened to observe the shutters of a lower window partly opened. Whether this was occasioned by design or by accident, there was no means of deciding. Perhaps in the precipitation of the latest possessor this window had been overlooked. Perhaps it had been unclosed by violence and afforded entrance to a robber. By what means, so ever it had happened, it undoubtedly afforded ingress to me. I felt no scruple in profiting by this circumstance. My purposes were not dishonest. I should not injure or perloin anything. It was laudable to seek a refuge from the well-meant persecutions of those who governed the city. All I sought was the privilege of dying alone. Having gotten in at the window I could not but remark that the furniture and its arrangements had undergone no alteration in my absence. I moved softly from one apartment to another, till at length I entered that which had formerly been Welbeck's bed-chamber. The bed was naked of covering. The cabinets and closets exhibited their fastenings broken. Their contents were gone. Whether these appearances had been produced by midnight robbers or by the ministers of law and the rage of creditors of Welbeck was a topic of fruitless conjecture. My design was now affected. This chamber should be the scene of my disease and my refuge from the charitable cruelty of my neighbors. My new sensations conjured up the hope that my indisposition might prove a temporary evil. Instead of pestilential or malignant fever it might be a harmless intermittent. Time would ascertain its true nature. Meanwhile I would turn the carpet into a coverlet, supply my pitcher with water, and administer without sparing and without fear that remedy which was placed within my reach.


I am Gunners Mate 2nd Class, Joseph Garcia. I'm assigned to Coast Guard Cutter, Montemoy. Today we conducted our firearms training and evaluation phase two and three for shipboard OODs and anti-terrorism force protection personnel.


Footage in the northern Iraqi city of Erbil on Tuesday showed the extent of damage to properties in a villa compound after missiles hit the upscale area near the US consulate. Late on Monday, Iran announced it had launched strikes against its spy headquarters and the gathering of anti-Iranian terrorist groups. The Security Council of the semi-autonomous Kurdish regional government said in a statement that at least four civilians were killed and six others were injured in the strikes.In Iraqi security officials said Erbil was targeted with several ballistic missiles but did not give further details.An official with an Iranian-backed Iraqi militia said 10 missiles fell in the area near the US consulate.He said. The missiles were launched by Iran's Revolutionary Guards, both officials spoke on. Condition of anonymity.A US official who spoke on condition of anonymity to discuss details that had not been made public said no US. Facilities were struck or damaged in the attacks.