We have lost poor La Mettrie.

He died for a piece of fun: ate, out of banter, a whole pheasant-pie; had a horrible indigestion; took it into his head to have blood let, and convince the German Doctors that bleeding was good in indigestion.

But it succeeded ill with him: he took a violent fever, which passed into putrid; and carried him off.

He is regretted by all that knew him.

He was gay; BON DIABLE, good Doctor, and very bad Author: by avoiding to read his Books, one could manage to be well content with himself." [Ib.