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crease my apprehensions and pain. The fifth morning after I had written the letter which was sent to Sir William Thornhill, I was alarmed with an account that she was speechless. Now it was that confinement was truly painful to me; my soul was bursting from its prison to be near the pillow of my child, to comfort, to strengthen her, to receive her last wishes, and teach her soul the way to Heaven! Another account came: she was expiring, and I was debarred the small comfort of weeping by her. My fellow-prisoner, some time after, came with the last account. He bade me be patient : she was dead ! The next morning he returned, and found me with my two little ones, now my only companions, who were using all their innocent efforts to comfort me. They entreated to read to me, and bade me not to cry, for I was now too old to weep. " And is not my sister an angel now, papa? " cried the eldest; " and why, then, are you sorry for her? I wish I were an angel out of this frightful place, if my papa were with me. "-" Yes," added my youngest darling, " Heaven, where my sister is, is a finer place than this, and there are none but good people there, and the people here are very bad."
Mr Jenkinson interrupted their harmless prattle by observing, that, now my daughter was no more, I should seriously think of the rest of my family, and attempt to save my own life, which was every day declining for want of necessaries and wholesome air. He added, that it was now incumbent on me to sacrifice any pride or resentment of my own to the welfare of those who depended on me for support ; and that I was now, both by reason and justice, obliged to try to reconcile my landlord.
" Heaven be praised," replied I, " there is no pride

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