“I thought I should at one time, Richard,” continued he; “but all is now over; I shall not be long for this world; but God’s will be done.”  He then took my hand betwixt his, and looking me full in the face, while a tear stood glistening in his eye, said, in a low but deeply affecting tone, “My dear Richard, if you had not been with me, I should have died long ago; I can only thank you, with my latest breath, for your kindness and attachment to me, and if I could have lived to return with you, you should have been placed beyond the reach of want; but God will reward you.”  This conversation occupied nearly two hours, in the course of which my master fainted several times, and was distressed beyond measure.  The same evening he fell into a slumber, from which he awoke in much perturbation, and said he had heard with much distinctness the tolling of an English funeral bell:  I entreated him to be composed, and observed that sick people frequently fancy they hear and see things which can possibly have no existence.  He made no reply.

About six o’clock in the morning of the 11th, on asking how he did, my master answered he was much better, and requested me to shave him.  He had not sufficient strength to lift his head from the pillow; and after finishing one side of the face, I was obliged to turn his head, in order to shave the other.  As soon as it was done, he desired me to fetch him a looking-glass which hung on the other side of the hut.  On seeing himself in it, he observed that he looked quite as ill at Bornou, on his former journey:  and as he had borne his disorder so long a time, he might yet recover.  On the following day he still fancied himself getting better.  I began to flatter myself, also, that he was considerably improved.  He eat a bit of hashed guinea-fowl in the day, which he had not done before since his illness, deriving his sole sustenance from a little fowl-soup and milk and water.  On the morning of the 13th, however, being awake, I was much alarmed by a peculiar rattling noise, proceeding from my master’s throat, and his breathing was loud and difficult; at the same instant he called out, “Richard!” in a low and hurried tone.  I was immediately at his side, and was astonished at seeing him sitting upright in his bed, and staring wildly around.  I held him in my arms, and placing his head gently on my left shoulder, gazed a moment on his pale and altered features; some indistinct expressions quivered on his lips; he strove, but ineffectually, to give them utterance, and expired without a struggle or a sigh.  When I found my poor master so very ill, I called out with all my strength, “O God, my master is dying!” which brought Pascoe and Mudey into the apartment.  Shortly after the breath had left his body, I desired Pasco to fetch some water, with which I washed the corpse.  I then got Pascoe and Mudey to assist me in taking it outside of the hut, laid it on a clean mat, and wrapped it in a sheet and blanket.  Leaving