“About eleven he took the hiccup.  I did not like it, but little knew it was so dangerous a symptom as I afterwards understood.  I sent for Dr. Bowie, who assured me that though it was a disagreeable symptom with other attendants, in his case it was of no more consequence than if he or I were to take it.  All that day it was so moderate that a mouthful of any liquid stopped it, though it always returned again:  he often said it would be his death; but I imagined the pain it gave him extorted these words from him rather than a sense of danger, and was much pleased to hear him often pray that the Lord would give him patience and resignation to his blessed will, and still more to observe that he bore it with a patience beyond what was natural to him.  He was of a quick temper, and being of a healthy constitution, was but little accustomed to pain; but, during the whole of his severe and trying affliction, I do not remember to have heard a murmuring word escape his lips; so that I cannot doubt but his prayers were heard, and the grace prayed for bestowed.  In the evening the hiccup increased, and all that night it was very severe, so that he could not bear to be any way disturbed, nor could I possibly prevail upon him to take his medicine, from two in the morning until ten o’clock, when the physicians again attended and persuaded him to comply.  This was Sunday.  About mid-day Dr. Warner sent some old hock, with orders that he should take some in his drink, and now and then a little plain.  When the wine was brought in and put on the table, he asked me what it was.  I told him.  He said, ’Yes, they are now come to the last shift.’

“Mr. Frank Gilbert, a good man, and, I believe, a real Christian, having come to town to preach—­for he is a Methodist minister—­sent a note, kindly inquiring after him, and intimating, if it would be agreeable to him, he would visit him in the morning.  He said, by all means, he should be very glad to see him.  I said, ’My love, you know I have great faith in the prayers of God’s people; suppose you should beg an interest in them this afternoon?’ He answered, ‘My dear, do you think they will forget me?’ I said, ’I hope, my love, you are not ashamed to desire the prayers of the people of God; it is not now a time to mind the ridicule of the world.’  He said, ’No, Bell, I care not a farthing for the whole world, and you may make it my own request.’

“His disorder gained ground very fast that day, and I began to be much alarmed; yet still I thought it would not end in death, but though severe and dangerous, was sent in answer to my repeated, earnest prayers to awaken in him a real concern about his eternal interest, to set the world and its vanities in their true light, and bring about that entire change of heart which our blessed Lord styles the new birth, and without which, he says, we cannot enter the kingdom of heaven.