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 mother, left behind? Naked and exposed to the storms of adversity, who shall now shelter me from the fury of the tempest? Had you been taken from me ere ever a course of reciprocal endearments had wreathed thee so closely around my heart, thy loss would have this day been lighter upon me. To have you torn from me at the time when I was expecting presently to realize all my fond hopes, which your fair character and vigour of youth warranted me to entertain, is almost insupportable. O my son! my son! Would I had died for thee! O my son! my son!

, sensible that her grief, however poignant, could not recall the departed soul of her son, she summons up the remains of her strength, and prepares, amid a number of her mourning friends, to pay the last duties we owe to humanity. And nothing now remained, but that of taking a last farewell, in consigning his relics to the house appointed for all living. But let us here observe the astonishing goodness of to this Widow. While she is on her way to the grave of her son, and