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the wretched man was raving to himself-talking idly in mad unconnected sentences,—that yet seemed, at times, to have a reference to past facts.
One while he told us his dream. " He had lost his way on a great heath, to which there seemed no end-it was cold, cold, cold-and dark, very dark--an old woman in leadingstrings, blind, was groping about for a guide” --and then he frightened me,- for he seemed disposed to be jocular, and sang a song about “ an old woman clothed in grey," and said " he did not believe in a devil.”
Presently he bid us “not tell Allan Clare" Allan was hanging over him at that very moment, sobbing.-) could not resist the impulse, but cried out,“ this is Allan Clare-Allan Clare is come to see you, my dear Sir.”—The wretched man did not hear me, I believe, for he turned his head away, and began talking of charnel houses, and dead men, and “ whether they knew any thing that passed in their coffins.”
Matravis died that night.
To comfort the desponding parent with the thought that, without diminishing the stock which is imperiously demanded to furnish the more pressing and homely wants of our nature, he has disposed of one or more perhaps out of a numerous offspring, under the shelter of a care scarce less tender than the paternal, where not only their bodily cravings shall be supplied, but that mental pabulum is also dispensed, which He hath declared to be no less necessary to our sustenance, who said, that “ not by bread alone man can live;" for this Christ's Hospital unfolds her bounty. Here neither, on the one hand, are the youth lifted up above their family, which we must suppose liberal though reduced ;