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THE MAN OF FEELING. 223
Came to a little door at the end, he tap¬
ped ; a boy ftili younger than him, open¬
ed it to receive us. Mountford entered
with a look in which was pi&ured the
benign affurance of a fupcrior being. 1
followed in filence and amazement'.
On fomethmg- like a bed, lay a
man, with a face feemingly emaciated
with ficknefs, and a look of patient dejec¬
tion ; a bundle of dirty fhreds ferved him
for a pillow j but he had a better fupport
.—the arm of a female who kneeled be-
fide him, beautiful as an angel, but with
a fading languor in her countenance, the
Fill life of melancholy, that feemed to
borrow its (hade from the objedfc on which
fhe gazed. 1 here was a tear in her eye !
the fiek man kifled it off in its bud,
fmiling through the dimnefs of his own !
—when Fie faw Mountford, fhe crawled
forward on the ground and clafped his
knees: he raifed her from the flojr; fhe