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               <title type="source">The accomplishment of the first of Mr. Bickerstaff’s predictions. Being an account of the death of Mr. Partrige, the almanack-maker; upon the 29th instant. In a letter to a person of honour</title>
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               <date>1708</date>
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         <t>THE<lb/> ACCOMPLISHMENT<lb/> Of the First of<lb/> Mr. <i>Bickerstaff</i>'s
                Predictions.<lb/> Being an<lb/> ACCOUNT<lb/> Of the Death of<lb/> Mr.
                    <i>PARTRIGE</i>, the Almanack-maker,<lb/> Upon the 29th Instant.<lb/>
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                <i>In a Letter to a Person of Honour</i>.<lb/>
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         <p>My LORD,</p>
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            <dc>I</dc>N Obedience to your Lordship's Commands, as well as to satisfie may own
                Curiosity, I have for some Days past enquired constantly after <i>Partrige</i>, the
                Almanack-maker, of whom it was foretold in Mr. <i>Bickerstaff</i>'s Predictions,
                    <c>publish'd</c>
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            <pn xml:id="d2e108">2</pn> publish'd about a Month ago, that he should die
                the 29th Instant about 11 at Night, of a Raging Fever. I had some sort of Knowledge
                of him when I was employ'd in the Revenue, because he used every Year to present me
                with his Almanack, as he did other Gentlemen, upon the Score of some little Gratuity
                we gave him: I saw him accidentally once or twice about 10 Days before he died, and
                observed he began very much to Droop and Languish, tho' I hear his Friends did not
                seem to apprehend him in any Danger. About Two or Three Days ago he grew Ill, was
                confin'd first to his Chamber, and in a few Hours after to his Bed, where Dr.
                    <i>Gase</i> and Mrs. <i>Kirlens</i> were sent for to Visit and to Prescribe to
                him. Upon this Intelligence I sent thrice every Day one Servant or other to enquire
                after his Health; and yesterday, about Four in the Afternoon, Word was brought me
                that he was past Hopes; upon which I prevailed with my self to go and see him,
                partly out of Commiseration, and, I confess, partly out of Curiosity. He knew me
                very well, seem'd surprized at my Condescention, and made me Complements upon it as
                well as he could in the Condition he was. The People about him said he had been for
                some Hours delirious; But when I saw him he had his Understanding as well as ever I
                knew, and spoke Strong and Hearty, without any seeming Uneasiness or Constraint.
                After I had told him how sorry I was to see him in those Melancholy Circumstances,
                and said some other Civilities, suitable to the Occasion, I desired him to tell me
                freely and ingeniously whether the Predictions Mr. <i>Bickerstaff</i> had publish'd
                relating to his Death had not too much affected and work'd on his Imagination. He
                confess'd he had often had it in his Head, but never with much Apprehension till
                about a Fortnight before; since which Time it had the perpetual Possession of his
                Mind and Thoughts, and he did verily believe was the true Natural Cause of his
                present Distemper: For, said he, I am throughly perswaded, and I think I have very
                good Reasons, that Mr. <i>Bickerstaff</i> spoke <c>altogether</c>
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                altogether by Guess, and knew no more what will happen this Year than I did my self.
                I told him his Discourse surprized me, and I would be glad he were in a State of
                Health to be able to tell me what Reason he bad to be convinced of Mr.
                    <i>Bickerstaff</i>'s Ignorance. He reply'd, I am a Poor Ignorant Fellow, Bred to
                a Mean Trade, yet I have Sense enough to know that all Pretences of foretelling by
                Astrology are Deceits, for this manifest Reason, because the Wise and the Learned,
                who can only know whether there be any Truth in this Science, do all unanimously
                agree to laugh at and despise it; and none but the Poor, Ignorant, Vulgar, give it
                any Credit, and that only upon the Word of such silly Wretches as I and my Fellows,
                who can hardly Write or Read. I then ask'd him why he had not Calculated his own
                Nativity, to see whether it agreed with <i>Bickerstaff</i>'s Prediction? At which he
                shook his Head, and said, O! Sir, this is no Time for Jesting, but for Repenting
                those Fooleries, as I do now from the very Bottom of my Heart. By what I can gather
                from you, said I, the Observations and Predictions you printed with your Almanacks
                were meer Impositions upon the People. He reply'd, If it were otherwise I should
                have the less to answer for. We have a Common Form for all those Things; as to
                foretelling the Weather, we never meddle with that, but leave it to the Printer, who
                takes it out of any Old Almanack as he thinks fit; the rest was my own Invention, to
                make my Almanack Sell, having a Wife to Maintain, and no other Way to get my Bread,
                for mending Old Shoes is a Poor Livelihood: And (added he, sighing,) I wish I may
                not have done more Mischief by my Physick than my Astrology, tho' I had some good
                Receits from my Grandmother, and my own Compositions were such as I thought could at
                least do no Hurt.</p>
         <p>I had some other Discourses with him, which now I cannot call to mind; and I fear I
                have already tired your Lordship. I shall only add One Circumstance, that on his
                Death-bed he de-<c>clar'd</c>
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            <pn xml:id="d2e145">4</pn> clar'd himself a Nonconformist, and had
                a Fanatick Preacher to be his Spiritual Guide. After Half an Hour's Conversation I
                took my Leave, being half stifled by the Closeness of the Room. I imagined he could
                not hold out long, and therefore withdrew to a little Coffee-house hard by; leaving
                a Servant at the House with Orders to come immediately, and tell me as near as he
                could the Minute when <i>Partrige</i> should expire, which was not above Two Hours
                after; when looking upon my Watch, I found it to be above Five Minutes after Seven;
                by which it is clear that Mr. <i>Bickerstaff</i> was mistaken almost Four Hours in
                his Calculation. In the other Circumstances he was exact enough; but whether he has
                not been the Cause of this Poor Man's Death, as well as the Predictor, may be very
                reasonably disputed. However, it must be confess'd the Matter is odd enough, whether
                we should endeavour to account for it by Chance, or the Effect of Imagination: For
                my own Part, tho' I believe no Man has less Faith in these, yet I shall wait with
                some Impatience, and not without Expectation, the fulfilling of Mr.
                    <i>Bickerstaff</i>'s Second Prediction, That the Cardinal <i>de Noailles</i> is
                to die upon the 4th of <i>April</i>; and if that should be verified as exactly as
                this of Poor <i>Partrige</i>, I must own I should be wholly surprized, and at a
                loss, and should infallibly expect the Accomplishment of all the rest.</p>
         <p>LONDON: Printed in the Year 1708.</p>
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