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In the afternoon of the 19th of August, 1790, John Lowe came to my house, requesting me to go

immediately to his wife, who he said had fevered after delivery and was in great danger.

I accordingly went and found her in a dangerous situation. She complained of an acute pain in the

lower part of the abdomen, attended with a very great degree of fever, the velocity of the pulse

being at the rate of 140 strokes in a minute. I had no difficulty in ascertaining the patient's

disorder, having had previous opportunities of seeing it both in London and in the course of my

practice in Aberdeen. For this was the 15th case I had attended since the epidemic began.

And in every respect, this answered the description of that known to practitioners by the

appellation of the puporal fever. A December which so frequently proves fatal to women in child

bed, baffling the skill of the most eminent physicians. On the 21st, when I visited her in the

morning, I was happy to find that she had been pretty easy throughout the night and had enjoyed

some hours sleep. She was in a perfused sweat which I hoped would prove critical, but I was sorry

to find that I was disappointed in my expectation. For when I returned in the afternoon, I found that

the sweat had disappeared, being succeeded by a diarrhea. The patient now complained of very great

pain and the swelling of the abdomen seemed to increase. On the 22nd, I was sorry to find that

the disease was making rapid progress in spite of all the remedies employed and that the patient's

health was sinking, all hopes of recovery were now totally abandoned. The patient's agony was

now extremely great and she called loudly for relief. I therefore thought proper to administer

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