Excerpt from The Itinerant, or Memoirs of an Actor, Vol. 2: Part II Sullivan approached the bed, and putting esule the curtain, presented to my view a form pale as the whiled wall, and to all appearance (lead. 66 I fear she is gone, said he, taking the child from her arm, and giving it to me, that he might examine if any pulsation remained. 66 Thank God! She lives! He exclaimed fervently. I fear the child does not. I replied, which proved to be the case, and this was probably the cause of the mother's insensibility. 66 Aye, it's deadlx It's quite gone said Sullivan as his bright eyes swam in tears, and he clasped thelife less form to his breast. 66 Though I could have wished it otherwise, it is a wise and just decree, for misery is my inheritance, and doubtless this little being would have been heir to all its father's misfor tunes. Having opened his box, and placed the child amongst his small stock ot'linen, he immediately applied some wine to the lips of the female, but without effect. 66 What shall I do cried he: 66 bleeding might save her life, but I have no lancet. I happened to have a sharp penknif'e in my pocket, and as no time was to be lost, Sullivan with much skill breathed a vein, and the effect was immediately visible. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.