Memoirs of the life of David Rittenhouse, LLD. F.R.S., late president of the American Philosophical Society, &c. : $b interspersed with various notices of many distinguished men : with an appendix, containing sundry philosophical and other papers, most of which have not hitherto been publishedBarton, William
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Memoirs of the life of David Rittenhouse, LLD. F.R.S., late president of the American Philosophical Society, &c. : $b interspersed with various notices of many distinguished men : with an appendix, containing sundry philosophical and other papers, most of which have not hitherto been published
His febrile symptoms being very urgent, it was thought necessary to
bleed our patient; and notwithstanding his great and habitual repugnance
to the practice on former occasions, he now readily consented to the
operation, on condition that I would perform it myself. The blood which
was drawn, exhibited a pretty strong inflammatory crust; and the
operation seemed to give him a temporary relief from his pain. Soon
after this, his strength gradually declined; and on the third day of his
illness, it was but too obvious, that our illustrious relative was soon
to be separated from his friends. He expired without a struggle, and in
the calmest manner, ten minutes before two o’clock on the morning of
Sunday the 26th, in the presence of his youngest daughter, Mrs. Waters,
and myself. His excellent wife, who had ever been assiduous in her
attention on her husband, both in sickness and in health, had retired
from his chamber about two hours before, unable to support the awful
scene of expiring genius and virtue.
“There can be no doubt, I think, that Mr. Rittenhouse, from the first
invasion of his disease, or at least from the day when he was confined
to his bed or room, entertained but little hopes of his recovery. He
signed his will in my presence. He discovered no more solicitude about
his situation, than it is decorous and proper in every good or great man
to feel, when in a similar situation. During the greater part of his
illness, he manifested the most happy temperament of mind: and it was
only in the last hour or two of his life, that his powerful intellects
were disturbed by a mild delirium. About eight hours before he died, the
pain in the region of his stomach being unusually severe, a poultice
composed of meal and laudanum was applied to the part. In less than two
hours after the application, I called to see him, and upon asking him if
he did not feel easier, he calmly answered, in these memorable words,
which it is impossible for me to forget,—for they were the last he ever
distinctly uttered, and they make us acquainted with the two most
important features in his religious creed,—“Yes, you have made the way
to God easier!”
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