What do you really suspect it to be?—­I really suspect it to be white arsenic.

Please to proceed, sir.—­As soon as the maid had left me, Mr. Norton, the apothecary, produced a powder that, he said, had been found at the bottom of that mess of gruel, which, as was supposed, had poisoned Mr. Blandy.  He gave me some of this powder, and I examined it at my leisure, and believed it to be white arsenic.  On Monday morning, August the 12th, I found Mr. Blandy much worse than I had left him the day before.  His complexion was very bad, his pulse intermitted, and he breathed and swallowed with great difficulty.  He complained more of his fundament than he had done before.  His bowels were still in pain.  I now desired that another physician might be called in, as I apprehended Mr. Blandy to be in the utmost danger, and that this affair might come before a Court of judicature.  Dr. Lewis was then sent for from Oxford.  I stayed with Mr. Blandy all this day.  I asked him more than once whether he really thought he had taken poison?  He answered each time that he believed he had.  I asked him whether he thought he had taken poison often?  He answered in the affirmative.  His reasons for thinking so were because some of his teeth had decayed much faster than was natural, and because he had frequently for some months past, especially after his daughter had received a present of Scotch pebbles from Mr. Cranstoun, been affected with very violent and unaccountable prickings and heats in his tongue and throat, and with almost intolerable burnings and pains in his stomach and bowels, which used to go off in vomitings and purgings.  I asked him whom he suspected to be the giver of the poison?  The tears stood in his eyes, yet he forced a smile, and said—­“A poor love-sick girl—­I forgive her—­I always thought there was mischief in those cursed Scotch pebbles.”  Dr. Lewis came about eight o’clock in the evening.  Before he came Mr. Blandy’s complexion, pulse, breath, and faculty of swallowing were much better again; but he complained more of pain in his fundament.  This evening Miss Blandy was confined to her chamber, a guard was placed over her, and her keys, papers, and all instruments wherewith she could hurt either herself or any other person were taken from her.

How came that?—­I proposed it to Dr. Lewis, and we both thought it proper, because we had great reason to suspect her as the author of Mr. Blandy’s illness, and because this suspicion was not yet publicly known, and therefore no magistrate had Dr. Addington taken any notice of her.

Please to go on, Dr. Addington, with your account of Mr. Blandy.