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34 So much the better, Colonel, for I mut take a little breath. [He leans on his gun—Frederick goes up to him with great modety.]

Gentleman, I beg you will betow from your uperfluous wants omething to relieve the pain, and nourih the weak frame, of an expiring woman.

What police is here! that a nobleman’s amuements hould be interrupted by the attack of vagrants.

Have pity, noble Sir, and relieve the ditres of an unfortunate on, who upplicates for his dying mother.

I think, young oldier, it would be better if you were with your regiment on duty, intead of begging.

I would with all my heart: but at this preent moment my orrows are too great.—[Baron gives omething.] I entreat your pardon. What you have been o good as to give me is not enough.

Not enough!

No, it is not enough.

The mot ingular beggar I ever met in all my travels.