"I go,' he said, 'but still my Friends shall say,
""Twas as a Man-I did not sneak away;
"An honest life, with worthy Souls I've spent,—
"Come, fill my glass :'-he took it and he went.

"Poor Dolly Murrey!—I might live to sce "My hundredth year, but no such Lass as she. "Easy by Nature, in her Humour gay, "She chose her comforts, Ratafia and Play: "She lov'd the social Game, the decent Glass, "And was a jovial, friendly, laughing Lass; "We sat not then at Whist demure and still, "But past the pleasant hours at gay Quadrille: "Lame in her Side, we plac'd her in her seat, "Her Hands were free, she car'd not for her Feet; "As the Game ended, came the Glass around, "(So was the Loser cheer'd, the winner crown'd). "Mistress of Secrets, both the Young and Old "In her confided-not a Tale she told;

"Love never made impression on her Mind,
"She held him weak, and all his Captives blind;
"She suffer'd no Man her free Soul to vex,
"Free from the weakness of her gentle Sex;
"One with whom ours unmov'd conversing sate,
"In cool discussion or in free debate.

"Once in her chair we'd plac'd the good old Lass, "Where first she took her Preparation-glass; "By lucky thought she'd been that day at Prayers, "And long before had fix'd her small Affairs; "So all was easy-on her Cards she cast "A smiling look; I saw the thought that past:

"A King,' she call'd-though conscious of her skill, "Do more,' I answer'd- More,' she said, 'I will ;' "And more she did-Cards answer'd to her call, "She saw the mighty to her mightier fall: "A vole! a vole!' she cried, 'tis fairly won;' "My Game is ended and my Work is done;'"This said, she gently, with a single sigh, "Died as one taught and practis'd how to die.

"Such were the Dead-departed; I survive, “To breathe in pain among the Dead-alive.”

The Bell then call'd these antient Men to pray, "Again," said Benbow," tolls it every Day? "Where is the life I led ?"-He sigh'd and walk'd his

way.

LETTER XVII.

THE HOSPITAL AND GOVERNORS.

Blessed be the man who provideth for the sick and needy; the Lord shall deliver him in time of trouble.

Quas dederis, solas semper habebis opes.

Martial.

Nil negat, et sese vel non poscentibus offert.

Claudian.

Decipias alios verbis vultuque beniguo;
Nam mihi jam notus dissimulator eris.

Martial.

THE HOSPITAL AND GOVERNORS.

Christian Charity anxious to provide for future as well as present Miseries. Hence the Hospital for the Diseased.-Description of a recovered Patient.-The Building: how erected.-The Patrons and Governors.-Eusebius.-The more active Manager of Business: a moral and correct Contributor.-One of different Description.-Good, the Result, however intermixed with Im perfection.