the works of the beſt maſters abroad, and accordingly, obtained his Majeſty's leave to travel for a few months. While he was at Paris, he was taken ill with a feveriſh diſorder, made but little water, and had a pain in his reins; he ſent for a phyſician who adviſed him to be blooded, and ordered him ſome proper medicines for a pleuritic fever, with which the phyſician thought him dangerouſly attacked; but having an averſion to bleeding, he put off that operation for a day longer, and in the night dreaming that he was in a place where palmtrees grew, and that a woman in a romantic habit reached him dates; though he found himſelf much worſe in the morning, yet he ſent for dates; and eating plentifully of them, from the very moment they entered his ſtomach he thought himſelf better, and without any other medicine ſpeedily recovered.
ANOTHER ſtory of this kind, I ſhall beg leave to relate. In March, 1736, a young woman at Briſtol being taken ill of the ſmall pox, her mother attended her during her illneſs; her father was a clergyman, more than twenty miles from the city. One night, her ſiſter, who was at her father's, being in bed, heard the voice of her mother lamenting the death of her daughter. This much ſurpriſed her, knowing
