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regular, but grief and its ree too conspicuous for beauty. had departed, I rose, and, Ose manes were blessed with mourner, I read the headabout to pass on, I discovergrave a small white objecthat it was a miniature PORwho had just left the place ; ne, having apparently been that which the original had tely kissed. 1 was to hasten out of the e portrait to its owner if I recollecting that such a reainful to both of us; as consurance that I had been witand certain that I could ase by inquiring as to the indive she had come to weep, I >re suitable opportunity the ign. ated from the gross fetters of ok down upon the things of observed spectator in scenes y as an actor; if it is touched y, and is allowed to rejoice of those with whom it so; ifit can feel the sensations world, how blest must have d spirit of WORTHINGTON in ngendered sigh that AMELIA is grave. All that there is 1 that there is sincere in wog devotion ; all that there is gs of her undivided love ; all irstlings of her heart's deep in offering ; and that gift, ith such an incense, must è even to one that asks not. of happiness. han-even from the hour of r fell a victim to the legal om him his honest gains as whose credit he had supof endorsements, lived in sputed property of a wife. Amelia sunk beneath the ed in giving her birth, and ⚫ bosom of a stranger. Yet orld were not cold to her. stering smiles of a family, e virtue to raise unto usen being and fit her for the nature, than to amass the enjoy the highest gift that on of party favour could and a view of her face, the fea- | H

Amelia responded to the wishes of her foster