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1.24 THE MAN OF FEELING,
fhiiling on the utmoft exigency ia his life¬
time, left me all the gleanings of his friw
gality at his death, I would not write
this intelligence to my daughter, becaufe
I intended to be the hearer of the news
myfelf; and as foon my bufinefs would
allow me, I fet out on my return, winged
with all the hafte of psaternal affedlion.
I fondly built thofe fchemes of future
happinefs, which the flattery of prefent
profperity is ever bufy.to fuggeft : my
Emily w'as concerned in them all. As I
approached our little dwelling, my heart
throbbed with the anticipation of joy and
welcome. I imagined the cheering fire,
the blifsful contentment of a frugal meal,
made luxurious by a daughter’s fmiles;
I painted to myfelf her furprize at the
tidings of our new acquired riches, our
fond difputes about the difpofalpf them.
The road was fhortened by the
dreams of happinefs 1 enjoyed, and it be¬
gan to be dark as I reached the houfe : I
alighted