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S Mrs. Andrews was one day taking her daily walk in ſearch of objects of charity, ſhe called in at a little cottage, in which ſhe found a poor decrepit old woman, named Betty Parker, fitting ſhivering with cold, and wiping away the tears which ran down the furrows that age had made in her withered cheeks. Touched with theſe ſigns of diſtreſs, Mrs. Andrews kindly inquired into the cauſe of her uneaſineſs, on which the poor creature replied, that it was occaſioned by an unkind daughter. I am ſo old, madam, ſaid ſhe, that I am paſt moſt of the enjoyments of this life, excepting what I could have in the love of my child. But I cannot make ſhift without food to eat. This, I thank God I am able to buy, for the gentry in the neighbourhood are very kind to me in ſending me money; but, lack-a-day, I am lame, and cannot go out to purchaſe what I want, neither can I dreſs victuals for myſelf.