January 27th, 1776
Dr. Trefusis again this day.
He inquired after my health, and being told that I mended, he was satisfied.
“Sir,” said I, “I am still apprehensive of my health, lest this new fever spring into the place vacated by the old.”
With some discomfort, he looked upon me, and replied, “Thou hast nought to fear.”
“The men around me are all afflicted,” said I.
He placed his hand upon my brow. “Rejoice,” said he, “for that is not thy lot.”
I could not comprehend his assurance.
“You cannot fall ill of this new disease,” said he. He placed his hand now upon my hand. It may well be imagined, the sensations I underwent when he told me, “It is the smallpox.”