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ings would, in spite of myself, parch my tongue, As I took my hat out of my dressing-room, I filled a wine-glass of water, and drank half of it, to moisten my mouth. When I saw that glass again, about an hour ago, on returning to that home, which I never again thought to see, in order to write to her of whom I thought I had taken my last leave in this world---when I took that glass again into my hand, recollected my fcelings on setting it down, and emptied the remainder of its contents, a libation of gratitude to the superintending Providence of Heaven---Oh M. no pen, not even your's, can paint my feelings !

Only remember---in all our future life, cach fifth of February be ever sacred !


To the SAME.




- street,

2 March, 1778. Your going out of town so suddenly has not ferved to mend my spirits. But I will be as mer

I Were I to be very miferable after my late miraculous adventure, I should be guilty of sullenness against Providence. The minute account I gave you of it last week, was, I assure you, dictated to my pen by my feelings, before

they they had forgotten the affecting circumstances. Your observations are truly just and strikingUnpardonable as the affront which I had received appears to mortal eyes, I should not readily, I fear, have found an answer to the question of the enquiring angel, on entering the world of spirits, “ What brings you hither?"

Did I tell you o'Saturday the particulars of the poor fellow. who suffered this day se’nnight for murdering Mrs. Knightly? They are fingular. He was an Italian, I understand. Such a thing is not credible, but of an Italian.

Mrs. Knightly's account was, that on the 18th of January Ceppi came into her room, fhe being in bed, locked the door, fat himself in a chair ;. and told her he was come to do her business. She, not understanding this, asked him to let her get out of bed; which he did. He then took from his pocket two pistols. She went towards the door in order to get out; but he set his back against it. She, to appease him, told him he might stay breakfast. He answered he would have none, but would give her a good one. She then called out to alarm the house, ran towards the bed, and said, “pray, don't shoot me!” and drew up close to the curtains. He followed, and discharged the pistol ; after which he threw him self across the bed, and fired the other pistol at himself, which did not take effect. During this, a washerwoman ran up stairs, and with a poker broke the bottom pannel of the door, through which Mrs. Knightly was drawn half-naked, and Ceppi, following, ran down stairs; but was pursued and taken. In his defence, he said, he had proposed honourable terms of marriage to her, but that she had refused and deserted him ; that he was overcome with grief and love, and that his design was not to hurt her, but to shoot, himself in her presence.

It appears, I am afraid, from all the circumItances, that, whatever his defpair meant with regard to his own life, he certainly was determined to take away her's. How unaccountably must: Nature have mixed him up! Besides the crimi-, nality and brutality of the business, the folly of it strikes me. What---because the person, on whom I have fixed my affections, has robbed me of happiness by withdrawing her's, shall I let her add to the injury, by depriving me of existence. also in this world, and of every thing in the next? In my opinion, to run the.chance of being mura. dered by the new object of her affections, or of


murdering him, is as little reconcilable to common sense as to common religion. How much less so to commit complicated murder, which must cut off all hopes in other worlds !

Yet, could I believe (which I own I cannot, from the evidence in this case), that the idea of destroying her never struck him till his finger was at the trigger---that his only intention was to lay the breathless body of an injured lover at her feet--Had this been the fact, however I might have condemned the deed, I certainly should have wept over the momentary phrenzy which committed it. But, as nothing appears to have past which could at all make him change his pian, I must (impoffible as it seems) suppose him to have deliberately formed fo diabolical a plan--and must rejoice that he was not of the same country, while I lament that he was of the same order of beings, with myself.

If the favour I mentioned to you o'Saturday be at all out of course, pray don't ask it. Yet the worthy veteran I want to serve has now and then seen things happen not altogether in course. When he called this morning to learn how I had fucceeded, I observed to him, while we were


talking, that he got bald. « Yes," said he, shaking his grey hairs, “ it will happen so by people's continually stepping over one's head.”

He little suspected the channel of my application, but he asked me this morning, whether 501. if he could scrape it together, properly flid into Miss ---'s hand, might not forward his views. My answer was, that I had no acquaintance with the lady, but I knew for certain that she had never in her life soiled her fingers with the smallest present of this sort.

Happy, blest, to know you, to love you, and be loved by you !



To the SA M E.


5 Sept. 1773. Here did I fit, more than two years ago, in this very room, perhaps in this very chair, thanking you for bliss, for paradise ; all claim to which I soon after voluntarily resigned, because I hoped they would soon be mine by claims more just, if possible, than those of love. Two ---how have I born existence all the while! But delicacy, and respect for you, enjolacd forbcar


Two years


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