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 Now diſturb'd in his dreams poor Molly each night With her babe ſtood before him; how ſad was the ſight! O bow ghaſtly-ſhe look'd as ſhe bade him attend, And ſo awtully told him-" Remember the End.”

She talk'd of the woes and unquenchable fire Which await the gay Sinner, the Drunkard, and Liar; How he ruin'd more maidens ſhe bade him beware, Then ſhe wept, and ſhe groan'd; ſhe vaniſh'd in air,

Now beggar'd by Gaming, diſtemper'd;by Drink, Death ſlar'd in his face, yet he dar'd not to think. Deſpairing of mercy, deſpiſing all truth, He dy'd of old age in the prime of his youth.