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 an end, I have but few wants in this world, and for theſe I truſt. my Heavenly Father will provide; your love, my dear, will help to comfort me in my laſt moments.

Have you then no hopes of recovering mother? cried Thomas, none replied ſhe, I feel that I ſhall not long ſurvive, but do not afflict yourſelf, I ſhall live again in a better world. Thomas’s ſobs prevented him from ſpeaking, which his mother perceiving, ſhe ſaid, let me entreat you not to grieve in this manner; you have been, my dear Thomas, the joy of my younger years, and you are at preſent the comforter of my dying hours. In a very ſhort time, your hands will cloſe my eyes, and I ſhall go to my , who knows what you do for me, and what you wiſh to do, who, I hope, will reward you for it in his everlaſting kingdom. Think of me when I am gone, I ſhall think of you above. O never, never, can I forget you, cried Thomas. I dare ſay you never will, anſwered his mother; but there is one thing which difturbs my mind, and I cannot die in peace if I do not mention it, it lies like a weight of lead upon my heart. I yeſterday obſerved Robert, who thought me aſleep, pull out of his pocket a number of apples, ſome of which he gave to his brothers, deſiring them not to let you or me ſee them, and ſome he ate himſelf. Theſe apples, Thomas, were not ours, otherwiſe Robert