Confined to my room,
sick of the bloody Flux. I am in a most miserable condition, so weak I can
scarcely get across the room and afflicted with a most excruciating pain in my
bowels. I believe my death is approaching very fast. I am wholly resigned to
the will of Heaven and submit to my fate without repining. My conscience does
[not] accuse me with any wicked or unpardonable crimes, therefore, I hope to
find mercy in the sight of a just and merciful God. I have not yet drawn a Bill
upon my Father, and if it pleases God to take me out of the world, I have
effects sufficient to bury me decently. If I die, I hope Mr. Kirk will send
this Book home. He behaves to me like a parent, and hope he will not refuse the
request of a dying Man.
SOURCE: Nicholas
Cresswell, The Journal of Nicholas Cresswell 1774—1777, pp. 28-9
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