on a rude lever press of his own manufacture, but the planks soon cracked and became worthless.
   The yellow-fever broke out with renewed violence in 1798, and during the summer and autumn destroyed nearly every member of Anderson's family.  His infant son who bad been born on the 5th of April, died on July 3d.  This was a terrible blow to his sensitive spirit; but relentless Fate bad still worse in store for him.
   In August be solicited and obtained the position of resident physician at Bellevue Hospital.  He there made every preparation for fighting the dread pestilence, but had hardly settled to his duties, when be was summoned to attend his brother, who had been suddenly stricken.  In three days this beloved relative bad passed away, and Anderson, having placed the remains in the coffin with his own hands returned to the hospital.  Two days later his father was taken violently ill, and he resolved to give up his position, so as to devote his entire time to the care of one to whom he was so deeply attached.  The disease made rapid progress, and in two days, on September 12th, his father bad breathed his last.
   When the grief-stricken son had performed the last offices, be hastened to visit his young