had now, in return, perſuaded her to believe herſelf ſo, I will not determine; but ſhe continued a whole Month with all the Decorations of Sickneſs. During this Time ſhe was viſited by Phyſicians, attended by Nurſes, and received conſtant Meſſages from her Acquaintance, to enquire after her Health.
At length, the decent Time for Sickneſs and immoderate Grief being expired, the Doctors were diſcharged, and the Lady began to ſee Company; being altered only from what ſhe was before by that Colour of Sadneſs in which ſhe had dreſſed her Perſon and Countenance.
The Captain was now interred, and might, perhaps, have already made a large Progreſs towards Oblivion, had not the Friendſhip of Mr. Allworthy taken Care to preſerve his Memory, by the following Epitaph, which was written by a Man of as great Genius as Integrity, and one who perfectly well knew the Captain.
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