It is, I think, our duty and our wisdom to fly temptation whenever we can, as it is to resist it when we cannot escape it." Was this the tone of bigotry?
Easy in fortune, penitent, but cheerful, Mrs.Woffington had now but one care--to efface the memory of her former self, and to give as many years to purity and piety as had gone to folly and frailty.

This was not to be! The Almighty did not permit, or perhaps I should say, did not require this.
Some unpleasant symptoms had long attracted her notice, but in the bustle of her profession had received little attention.

She was now persuaded by her own medical attendant to consult Dr.Bowdler, who had a great reputation, and had been years ago an acquaintance and an admirer.
He visited her, he examined her by means little used in that day, and he saw at once that her days were numbered.
Dr.Bowdler's profession and experience had not steeled his heart as they generally do and must do.

He could not tell her this sad news, so he asked her for pen and paper, and said, I will write a prescription to Mr .----.

He then wrote, not a prescription, but a few lines, begging Mr .-- -- to convey the cruel intelligence by degrees, and with care and tenderness.