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Rh —How could he bear it, when his conſcience reproached him, and whiſpered that he had neglected to do good, to live to any rational purpoſe—The ſweets of friendſhip were denied, and he every day contemplated the ſaddest of all ſights—the wreck of a human underſtanding.

He died without a will. The estate was litigated, and as the title to this part could not be proved, the houſe was let fall into its preſent state.

But the night will overtake us, we muſt make haſte home—Give me your hand, Mary, you tremble; ſurely I need not deſire you to remember this ſtory—Be calm, my child, and remember that you muſt attend to trifles; do all the good you can the preſent day, nay hour, if you would keep your conſcience clear. This circumſpection may not produce dazzling actions, nor will your ſilent virtue be ſupported by human applauſe; but your Father, who ſeeth in ſecret, will reward you. Rh