Come with me to an apothecary's shop, and I will procure a cordial for you, which shall speedily dispel your qualms." The piper shook his head, and replied, with a deep groan, that he was certain all was over with him.
"However, I will not reject your kindness," he added, "though I feel I am past the help of medicine." "With this, he whistled to Bell, who was skipping about Leonard, having recognised him on his first approach, and they proceeded towards the second postern in London-wall, between Moorgate and Cripplegate; while the buriers, laughing heartily at the adventure, took their way towards the plague-pit, and discharged their dreadful load within it.

Arrived in Basinghall-street, and looking round, Leonard soon discovered by the links at the door, as well as by the crowd collected before it--for day and night the apothecaries' dwellings were besieged by the sick--the shop of which he was in search.

It was long before they could obtain admittance, and during this time the piper said he felt himself getting rapidly worse; but, imagining he was merely labouring under the effect of fright, Leonard paid little attention to his complaints.

The apothecary, however, no sooner set eyes upon him, than he pronounced him infected, and, on examination, it proved that the fatal tokens had already appeared.
"I knew it was so," cried the piper.

"Take me to the pest-house--take me to the pest-house!" "His desire had better be complied with," observed the apothecary.