|6 An Hiftorical Account I N the Months of AuguB and September $ the Contagion chang'd its former flow and languid Pace, and having as it were got Mafter of all, made a moft terrible Slaugh- ter, fo that three, four, or five Thouland died in a Week, and once eight Thoufand ; who can exprefs the Calamities of fuch Times? The whole Britifij Nation wept for the Miferies of her Metropolis. In fome Houfes Carcafes lay waiting for Bu- rial, and in others, Perfons in their laft Agonies % in One Room might be heard dying Groans, in another the Ravings of a Delirium, and not far off Relations and Friends bewailing both their Lois, and the diihial Profped of their own fudden De- parture Death was the fure Midwife to all Children, and Infants palled immediately from the Womb to the Grave • who would not melt with Grief, to fee the Stock for a future Generation hang upon the Breafts of a dead Mother ? Or the Marriage-Bed changed the firfb Night into a Sepulchre, and the unhappy Pair meet with Death in their rlrft. Embraces ? Some of the infect- ed run about daggering like drunken Men$ and fall and expire in the Streets - 7 while others lie half-dead and comatous, but never
