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 were there a capacious establishment for industry, built upon such a basis as would form a discrimination between the well-bred female, who is reduced by the unseen hand of fate, and the very poor and abject, whose birth has deprived them of the knowledge of refinement or delicacy; what crowds of unprovided women would flock to the standard!

But, in the mean time, it cannot fail to afford infinite satisfaction to the humane contributors, by enabling the poor penitent to repeat the following hymn of admission.

"Rise, O my soul! the hours review, "When aw'd by guilt and fear, "Thou durst not heaven for mercy sue, "Nor hope for pity here.

"Dried are thy tears, thy griefs are fled, "Dispell'd each bitter care; "See, heaven itself has lent its aid, "To raise thee from despair.

"Here then, O God! thy work fulfil, "And from thy mercy's throne, "Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will, "And to resist my own.