I have had another attack similar to last year; it came on in the same way and whilst I was in the pulpit. In the midst of the sermon my teeth began to chatter; I could not speak; my face became perfectly white; a cold blast seemed to enter my left side and spread over the surface of my body, and then gradually penetrate to the very innermost part, whilst I was obliged to cling to the sides of the pulpit for support. It did not last above a minute and a half, and I managed to finish my sermon; but it was enough to astonish the congregation and to warn me of what was coming. All my old symptoms returned, though not so strongly as before--utter restlessness at night and heavy sleepiness during the day, a painful cough when I lay down, and other alarming signs. We came down to Pooree, where my favourite doctor lives, and I already feel much better. There is a billiard-table in the house where we are now staying, and the doctor desires me to play as much as I can every day. Of course playing for money is never allowed. The game of billiards is about the best exercise for India. It is not too violent, yet it gives a man about three miles of walking in the hour, and brings all the limbs into play. May 8, 1845. I am too weak to write much, and shall therefore continue at another time. [NOTE.--On the 17th of May the author's life was closed.] THE END. London: Printed by WILLIAM CLOWES and SONS, Stamford Street. * * * * * Transcriber's Notes: Obvious typographical errors were repaired. Archaic and valid alternate spellings were retained. Hyphenation inconsistencies were standardized. p. 145, "I believe the Buddhist religion": Original read "Bhuddist." End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Popular Account of the Manners and Customs of India, by Charles Acland