Mr Froward, who was uneaſy that his friend refuſed his preſent, continued in a thriving condition ſeveral years. And now his wife died without iſſue; he, grown very rich, and advanced in years, diſpoſed of the ſugar-work, and left off all manner of buſineſs, except that of Sir Thomas Thoroughgood's. At length he himſelf was ſeized with a peſtilential fever, and carried off in a few days. He bore the torture of his diſtemper with exemplary patience, and met his approaching deſtiny with an intrepidity of ſoul ſcarce to be paralleled.
That you may the better judge of his ſentiments of gratitude, I have herewith ſent a copy of his laſt will.
In the Name of God, Amen. I Francis Froward of ———, in Jamaica, being of ſound mind and memory, do hereby make my laſt will and teſtament, in form and manner following, that is to ſay,
