When I helped to move him at this, he did not speak, but looked at me with strong expressions of gratitude.

The Doctor pressed his hand, but could not utter a word.

He retired from the bedside, and sat by the fire absorbed in grief.

About eight o'clock the Physicians came again into the Room and applied blisters, and cataplasms of wheat bran, to his legs and feet: but went out (except Dr.Craik) without a ray of hope.
I went out about this time, and wrote a line to Mr.Low and Mr.
Peter requesting them to come with their wives (Mrs.Washington's granddaughters) as soon as possible.
"From this time he appeared to breathe with less difficulty than he had done; but was very restless, constantly changing his position to endeavor to get ease.

I aided him all in my power, and was gratified in believing he felt it: for he would look upon me with his eyes speaking gratitude; but unable to utter a word without great distress.
About ten o'clock he made several attempts to speak to me before he could effect it.