“. . . Sefton saw yesterday in Windsor O’Reilly the King’s apothecary. It had been his turn to sit up with him the preceding night, and he said his sufferings were extreme—that he might die any moment from his complaint, but that even from exhaustion, strong as he is, he must die in five or six days. He said to O’Reilly more than once:—‘I am going gradually.’ He is cheerful at times, and very fond of talking about horses. O’Reilly says that, in the course of his life, he never saw such strength, and that with common prudence he might have lived to a hundred.”
