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 You will perceive what a blank there is in my affections. If the glow of ſocial feeling is ever more to warm my frozen breaſt it muſt be kindled by your's. Adieu. May you never feel the torture that racks the boſom of Mental." The narrative ran thus:

"Among others who viſited at our cottage was & celebrated Painter of that day. He had a perſon of manly beauty and his converſe was captivating. We delighted in the company of Mr Linmore, and he ſeemed to receive an equal ſatisfaction in our's. —— His paintings were the ornaments of our room, and the marks of his favor in our company. We paſſed a year in the utmoſt bliſs I ever ſaw on earth. —— In the courſe of this period Mr. Nutting died and ſmitten with the injuſtice of poſſeſſing a fortune which Elinor's conduct had beſtowed on him. on his deathbed made a will, by which ſhe regained her right, and we became completely independent. —— My little Elinor was now three years old, and my happineſs appeared complete. ———— But clouds ſoon darkened the ſunſhine of proſperity. Know then, that the ſpecious moraliſt, Linmore, proved himſelf a villain. He came to our dwelling and found peace, innocence and love: he ſaw as fond a pair as nature ever deſigned for each other; what then was that principle, that could excite the vile deſign to mar ſuch bliſs? Oh what a void I felt in my breaſt, when ſuſpicion pointed to Ellinor's diſhonour. Start now, my jealouſy was well founded: virtue was ſubdued. and vice triumphant! One fatal day, pretending ſome hours' abſence. I concealed at home. I ſaw her enter the chamber, and in a few monents Linmore followed. All the powers of reaſon fled: my hand inſtinctively graſped a dagger that was near me; I ruſhed into the room. and aiming a juſt reward at the ſeducer's heart, he ſhrunk from my vengeance, and it fell on the poor loſt