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 endeavoured to hide his tears. At this inſtant, his mother ſaid to him, Thomas, have you nothing to lay upon me? I am dreadfully cold. Starting from his ſeat, Thomas immediately cried out, I will pull off my coat and waiſtcoat to lay upon you mother; that, ſaid ſhe, you ſhall not do, an old ſack will ſuffice; but have you not a little wood to make a fire to warm theſe poor babes? Your conſtant attendance upon me hinders your going to the wood to pick up ſome; out my life will ſoon be at an end, I ſhall not long be a burden to you. Talk not in this manner, my dear mother, I beg of you. ſaid Thomas Daviſon. If my heart’s blood would ſuſtain your life, I would willingly hed it for you. Oh, how does it grieve me, o ſee you ſuffering with hunger and cold, while I have not the means of ſupporting you!

Do not afflict yourſelf in this manner, my ear, ſaid poor old Suſan, thanks be to God, my ſufferings are not very great, they will oon have an end, and I ſhall bleſs you with my dying breath.

O mother, ſaid Thomas, during my childhood you ſupplied all my wants, and in our old age I can only make you a partner of my miſery; it is this which rends my eart. I know, my dear, anſwered Suſan, at it is not your fault that I am no better ovided for, and ſince my life is almoſt at