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*3° the man of feeltno.
ronflrue 1'nto har(hnefs that delicate eon^
cern for their condud, which they often
complain of as laying reftraint upon
things, to the young, the gay, fend the
thoughtlefs, feemingly hatmteft and in¬
different. Alas! I fondly imagined that
I needed not even thefe common cautions’!
tny Emily was the joy of my age, and the
pride of my foul!—Thefe things are now
no more! they ate loft for ever! He*
death I could have borne t but the death
of her honour has added obloquy and
fhame to that forrow which bends my grey
hairs to the dull!
As he fpoke thefe laft words, his
voice trembled itj his throat; it was noW
loft in his tears ! He fat with his fact
half turned from Harley, as if he would
have hid the forrow which he felt. Har¬
ley was in the fame attitude himfelf; he
durft not meet his eye with a tear; but
gathering his ftifted breath, “ Let me
intreat you, Sir, faid he, to hope better
things.